I have to admit it. I love food.

It's not really a huge secret, and I don't think I'm alone. I love the smell of food, the taste of it, the feeling of it as I'm chewing it and when it's in my stomach. I love the warm and safe feeling I get when I overeat (it's a lifelong struggle to overcome this particular problem). Since my mom stopped cooking for me, I have been able to refuse food I don't like - like peas, watermelon, chicken pot pies, cantaloupe, peaches, beans (yes, all of them), red apples, peas, coffee, Brussels sprouts, asparagus, peas, sweet potatoes, yams, pineapple juice, and peas - and just concentrate on the really good stuff - like pasta, not-overcooked broccoli, baked chicken, mashed potatoes, garlic, nan, oatmeal, fried calamari, prawns, sushi, etc.

Despite what this may imply about how much and what I eat, there are really only a few foods that will tempt me towards out-and-out gluttony: pizza, popcorn and chicken tikka masala.

And those I've managed to control, mostly by just paying attention to my stomach when it says it's happy with the amount I've consumed. Actually, this only works with pizza and the chicken tikka masala. Popcorn ... well, I've had to simply give up popcorn for the most part. I don't get it when I go to the movies. Despite the rather smooth talk I gave my mom as to why she should give her air-popper to me, I don't use that but once in a blue moon anymore either. And I've been pretty good. Because regardless of what I tell my stomach, and what my stomach tells me, I will invariably eat too much popcorn.

But when a co-worker pops up a bag of butter flavor popcorn and then offers, nay, forces me to have some... well, I just can't help myself.

Here's to kernels in the teeth and greasy fingers on the keyboard and the almost-feeling that I've done something good by eating the 94% fat free stuff.