I think I might have a problem.

For the past two months I have been adhering to a strict workout regimen.  For the first time in my life (not counting my two year stint on the fencing team in high school - yes, I was just that cool) I am actually managing to work out Almost Every Single Day for at least an hour (1 HOUR!).  This is terribly exciting for me and I often spend embarrassing amounts of time standing in front of my mirror (which is leaning against the wall of my room in its packaging because we forgot hooks when I moved in and I'm worried about finger prints now) and examining myself for physical change.  It's even more exciting because I'm actually finding changes.  Like my calves.  Sometimes I stand on my tiptoes and turn around to look at them and there is definite muscle definition now.

However, what happens when you exercise a lot is that your appetite tends to spike to offset the increase in activity.  I knew this.  But I didn't know that my appetite would turn me into a ravenous freak who has to eat every 30 minutes or else will suffer some kind of gastric distress and completely lose it.  Thing is, I think I'm OVER compensating at this point for the exercise that I'm doing.  I'm probably eating the equivalent of 5 meals a day.  Today, for instance, for a snack, I polished off probably a quarter of a pound of leftover pasta - maybe a third of a pound - with vegetables in it.  That was my SNACK.  There is no way I'm exercising enough to make that even out.  I am even eating right now.  I am sitting in the dark, hunched over my computer, eating, like some creepy, nightmarish internet lurker.

That's me in the dark with my cereal box.  As a side note, I'm sitting in the chair that I am responsible for leaving a butt-dent in.  Clearly, I am not doing anything to remedy the problem.  I have no idea how to get myself to stop eating, either!  It's like my digestive tract has hijacked the ENTIRE rest of me and is keeping my brain hostage while it drives me to consume everything in sight.  Sometimes, sometimes eating just makes me hungrier.  Basically, I have forced myself into a cycle that I'm just going to have to stay in for the rest of my life.  I just have to keep doing p90x.  Forever.

Except now I'm legitimately concerned because the roommate whose dvds they are is going home for a month and taking them with her.  So now I'm confronted by the possibility that I may not be able to do my workouts, while at the same time continuing to eat at a monstrous level.  I positively suck at math, but even I understand that that is an equation for this:

I'm planning on acquiring p90x by any means necessary...


UPDATE 1:00AM: I have come up with a tentative list of things to write about.