Just a Phase?

This morning I signed up for the next 12 Week Challenge at my gym. That's right people, the months of torturous posts about cravings and aching muscles are about to return. Why have I decided to put myself through months of carrot sticks and protein shakes again, when last time nearly sent me over the edge? I'd like to say that it's just a phase in my life where I feel the need to constantly improve myself and eventually become Super Woman, but I am feeling more and more that this is yet another example of my tendency towards Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).

I received an email from a friend in the UK the other day, saying that London wasn't the same without my OCD ways. This got me thinking - has Australia dampened my disorder? Or have I merely fallen into a group of friends that fail to notice said affliction? Is it that the sunshine of Australia hides my OCD, or maybe it's just the eternal sunshine of my obsessively spotless mind that has enabled a lessened version to emerge?

The answer is, none of the above. I have been hiding my Obsessions behind the 12 Week Challenge, and my excessive gym activity and diet regime. I fear that I am actually completely obsessed with my fitness, my weight and my measurements, and I'm about to embark upon another round of results measuring and personal abuse. It's a disturbing realisation, but it's one that leaves me with a feeling of power not unlike those felt by the super heroes of the past. My OCD therefore inherently enables me to do pretty much anything I like! With my new found, yet rediscovered, powers of obsessiveness I too can fight the evil powers of the universe! (As long as it's within the 4 walls of my gym, and doesn't involve consuming fat, sugar, salt or anything remotely tasty...)