Fitness Drawings

The Secret Shame Of Paris

Let's Just Go In And See What Happens

Doctor To Patient Who Appears To Be A Blob

Speedo Limit 21 Years

It Was A Very Bleak Period In My Life

Bear In Mind That We Just Bought String Bikinis

New Yorker February 27th, 2006

Eat Drink And Be Merry

A Hamster Runs On A Wheel Thinking My Core

I Dreamed Lucian Freud Was Coming To Paint Us

My Back Is Fine. My Mind Went Out

Good. Now Start It Up Again

We Think He Picked It Up At The Kennel

Your Oil's Fine

New Yorker February 14th, 1994

A Prozac Bottle Of Pills Labeled 'now In Holiday

I'm Rich, You're Thin. Together, We're Perfect

I Was All Set To Quit

New Yorker June 16th, 1997

Nice Abs

If I Take Too Many Naps During The Day

Tomorrow Night Let's Switch Back To Gin

I Can't Even Begin To Work Out Until I Find

He May Be A Fine Veterinarian

A Fitness Club With Sign

New Yorker May 19th, 1997

How I Dread It When Somebody Mentions Fitness

Maybe Saddling Them With Some Debt Will Help

That's The Fifth Time This Year Your Metabolism

At Least The Peasants Are Fat And Happy

How Far Is Two Pounds From Here?

Those? Oh, Just A Few Souvenirs

This Secondhand Smoke Is Killing Me!

More, Please. Americans Overeat, And, By God

You've Got A Bit Of Thong Caught

To Eventually Give Up

I'll Have An Ounce Of Prevention

Should I bother working out if no one knows my identity

Don't Panic. I'm Just A Sore Throat

Those Three Days

Afflictions

New Yorker February 9th, 1998

New Yorker May 20th, 1996

New Yorker February 28th, 1994

I Told Him To Lay Off The High-?bre Diet

You'd Better Be Damned Sick