Keeping your enemy too close

I just finished watching the extremely long-winded finale of "The Biggest Loser," and I must say that it caused me to rethink grabbing some chocolate chips for dessert. I will openly admit that my goal is to turn over a new leaf in that department, and start anew in a city where walking is the primary mode of transportion. The hills in Seattle are comparable to those in San Francisco, which could lead to a quarter-bouncing ass. At some point.

I actually used to be skinny as a kid. My story is that I started filling out in puberty and didn't stop, and I've always had difficulty with my weight. I'm one of those (like many of you) that should exercise four times a week, drink 64 oz. of water a day and make veggies my new best friend. I don't drink very often, I don't smoke, and I don't take rec drugs, but I turn to food for my comfort. It is, indeed, my Achilles Heel.

One of my biggest obstacles is that I just don't like healthy food. I think it's a given that junk food tastes great, but I'm such a picky eater that it's difficult for me to find alternatives that I can tolerate and actually keep down. I'm also not one that can just cut way back on portions because I've done that in the past -- and literally fainted in public.

I know it comes down to just getting my mind on it and sticking with it. I think back to some of the things I've gone through and losing weight should be a piece of cake, right? Perhaps the difference is that the other things just happen, usually without any notice or control, whereas weight loss presents itself as a choice and a hassle.

After all, if my dog with a bad leg that makes him scared to step over door thresholds can suddenly leap off a couch to chase a cat, then I should be able to get my brain in gear to accomplish one of my top goals that I have yet to achieve.

So let it be said, so let it be written, so let it be done.