Obsession

ob·ses·sion [uhb-sesh-uhn]
–noun
1. the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.
2. the idea, image, desire, feeling, etc., itself.
3. the state of being obsessed.
4. the act of obsessing.

This word perfectly describes something that happens to me once or twice a week... typically, I'm engaging in one of three activities when it hits me: reading a magazine, watching tv, or getting lost in a blog. It will start with just a little tiny trinket of a thought, such as: "oooh that's pretty...." or "wow, she looks great...". Then it grows into "I sure wish I could look like/try/have that", then eventually there is a "need" associated with the thoughts. And that my friends, is that.. I'm obssessed.
Sometimes it's as harmless as new nail color I must try, or a new workout I just have to implement. Other times though it is a Magic Noodle promising wonderful dietary results that I end up scoping every Asian food store in the Greater Seattle area for. Either way, from that moment on, I'm on a mission. I will end up doing almost whatever it takes to try that new polish or eat those weird noodles. I will try that new workout then analyze and discuss the results with any friend who will listen, most of them probably zoning out after hearing "so I went to this workout class....". I just can't help it. Or maybe I can, but I don't have any desire to.
Some would say that I'm too focused on the material things of life or even vain for caring so much about what my nails or triceps look like, but beyond true love and finding the meaning of life, there is no greater feeling of accomplishment than looking down at my perfectly DIY manicured nails after finally finding the perfect 2 in 1 base coat that doesn't bubble.