In a g-load disaster from the rate of climb

My life is steadily improving, to the point where my surroundings are stimulating me in novel ways and I'm feeling ever balanced, productive, and as though I'm living in a sustainable way. However, I'm having a little trouble maintaining a smile when I think about the predicament I am undeniably in, having had a complete falling out of sexual activity with partners. I am not going to change my circumstances overnight, and there are signs that no-Porn is a thoroughly auspicious undertaking, but I just can't suppress the sexual urges I get sometimes. For example, there is a sex-bomb blonde at the gym who always jogs in a sports bra and short spandex shorts, and guys are constantly getting on the treadmills next to her, trying to talk to her, and getting shot down. I have smartly avoided this fate, but I can't stop staring at her ass. Today during a yoga/pilates class, I went to the back of the room a few times and I couldn't stop checking out her ass through the window, quietly muttering "God DAMN!" to myself as I ogled her slender, chiseled physique and her tight, round little ass. It is not her fault that she is so sexy, but I almost feel like it is a test for me to see how unattached to physical objects (including women's bodies) I can be in this period of spiritual growth. So far, I seem to be more attached than I realized.