5am is the middle of the night

I'm an over achiever. I've got a form of mental retardation that makes it impossible for me to settle for anything less than the high score, which I believe is the reason that I have always exceeded the BMI for my height/age. Some naysayers may try and point to my predication for southern cooking or my allergic reaction to physical endeavors, but I will stand by my deep seeded need for gold stars. In complete opposition to everything that I have just said, I have recently started going to the gym, mostly because my ladyfriends are doing it and I can't be left behind.

I wake up at 5am, put on my cutest/tightest workout gears and drag myself upstairs. Teeth brushing/ hair brushing / life hating / curse mouthing and I'm out the door by 5:20 - 30 minutes of C25K, 30 minutes of gettin swoll and im home by 6:30. This is how [nearly] every (other)day starts. I hate it. People talk about getting a runner's high or feeling better about themselves when they eat salad, but I think it's all bullshit. I feel better when I eat a sleeve of oreos before bed and I get a high when....I get high. Those two things may or may not be related to eachother and my lack of body karate. This doesn't mean im going to stop going to the gym or start eating shitty again. I am going to continue sweating like a demon and giving away all the baked goods that I make, because I refuse to come in any place but first. I need winning more than I need happiness. I told you I was retarded.

I'll keep you posted on my hate/ weight loss on a semi weekly basis or whatever. ugghhhhh its only 10 am and I'm already exhausted because I've been up for 5 hours- working out is for assholes- so uh good luck.