This was a no-brainer for me. I want to lose some weight. Now, I'm not terribly overweight, I just have a few extra pounds to lose and they're bugging the heck out of me. I've never been particularly large. Heck, at one point, I was homeless¹ and weighed a little over 120 pounds! (I was 5'10).

So, having a couple of extra pounds, I decided to go on a diet. Unfortunately, my personal "Christmas Curse" kicked in. When I was a little kid, I wanted toys. I got clothes. When I was a teenager, I wanted clothes. I got toys. I'm an adult (well - sort of ;), all of my friends know I'm dieting. I get gourmet chocolates, homemade cookies and multiple invitations for fat-laden dinner parties.

I can't win.

Cheers,
Ovid

1. I was homeless in Hawaii, of all places. Before you say, like so many other people, "Oh, but it was Hawaii", I have just two words for you: try it. I lost so much weight that I was a walking skeleton, but I had a killer tan. Think The Grim Reaper after a vacation in the tropics.

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