I woke up this morning feeling very tired and blah, but I forced myself to go running anyway, making this week number three of working out consistently.

Sadly, since beginning my new work out regimen, I have gained weight. Yes, GAINED. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I know it's not muscle, so don't even start. It may be that I'm not drinking enough water.

Also, there is the slightest, outside chance that the gain was caused by my - oh, I don't know - EATING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT for the last three weeks.

See, it's the ol' catch-22. You think to yourself, I can eat this - I worked out today! And two steak dinners, a coupla fuck-it-let's-order-pizza nights and 5 or 20 low fat Chips A-Hoy cookies later, you're up three miserable fucking pounds, despite lugging your ass around the track every morning at 7:30 sharp.

This madness has got to stop.