The Final Straw happened to me when I was at my step-son's baseball game. I saw a thin woman eat a hot dog. She was really casual about it but she had one hot dog and went on with her life. I thought about that for a long time, and how I don't even eat at baseball games because I could never eat just one hot dog. I know I'd eat the hot dog, then spend the next few hours aching for another one. I just became tired of thinking about food in this way. I either feel guilty for eating, deprived for not eating, congratulatory for eating less. I just want to be like that woman who ate one hot dog and never thought twice about it. I know this decision, in the beginning, will be a lot of the same: counting, trying, losing, being frustrated, and eventually losing weight. But besides the weight loss, long term, I really hope to become the kind of person who effortlessly makes wise choices 90% of the time without even thinking about it.