You could call me the opposite of fit. While I've been doing moderate weightlifting and constant exercise bike riding, it has yet to overcome my incredible eating prowess. Beware my awesome hunger. Come nightfall, I will eat all of your tortilla chips and salsa. But before that, I'll empty your candy jars for you. I will eat skittles by the handful; a half-pound a night is nothing to me. Remember, I'm just getting started. After your candy, chips, and salsa are gone, I'll move on to the microwave popcorn. I'll burn it too, but that doesn't matter to me. When those are finished, I'll move on to the year-old bag of stale pretzel rods and take that off your hands. Now here comes the fun part, when it looks like all the snacks are gone. I will now move on to bread and cheese. Or possibly cold cereal. Finally, to conclude everything, I'll consume the half-bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips that's been lying around the cupboard since the last time cookies were made.

Well, that was long-winded. It takes some serious work to control my snacking. I'm making some progress. I figure if I start going to bed earlier, I won't turn into a vicious eating machine. Maybe I should've posted this in the weight loss thread...