Which body part do you love the least?

Like how I posed that question in the most positive way possible? For me, it's my arms. No matter how much yoga or perfect military-style pushups I do, my arms (at least in my eyes) will always look too bulky, too flabby, too...everything. It's rare that I will wear a sleeveless top—let alone allow someone take a picture of me in one—but, when my boyfriend Luke offered to snap my pic at a Yankees game last Friday, I pushed my insecurity aside for a few seconds. As soon as the photo was taken though, you better believe I put on my cardigan faster than you can say batwings-from-hell.

I have a major arm obsession, obviously. I notice everyone's arms. In my book, if you have lean, sculpted arms, all is good in the world. I could pass a woman on the street with Michelle Obama's guns and Kirstie Allie's ass and still think she was the skinniest bitch in NYC. Yes, I know, I've got issues.

Tell me, what's your biggest body hang-up? How do you deal?

How often do you indulge in late-night munchies?

I will be writing a lot about food on this blog—mostly my struggles with eating healthy and breaking bad habits. Currently, I'm right around my lowest weight and would like to lose a solid 4-5 more pounds (which is quite a lot for someone under 5'3). Admittedly, vanity drives me to be healthier, but I truly do care about treating my body right and preventing health problems later in life.

Below is a list of bad habits that I have successfully managed to break (for the most part):

-Getting candy at the movies (this was a tough one!)

-Over-indulging all weekend long

-Drinking at least one Diet Coke a day (I'm down to about 3 a week--still working on it!)

-Drinking alcohol when I don't truly want it

-Eating more than I wanted to so I would "fit in" with my friends

-Grabbing a slice just because it's cheap and easy (I used to do this 2-3 times a week, now I have pizza maybe once a month)

Here are the habits I'm still struggling with:

-ICE CREAM: Tasti D-Lite, Ben & Jerry's, Baskin Robbins--you name it, I eat it. I have a serving of ice cream or frozen yogurt just about every day. (For the record, I don't think one small daily serving is bad, but I can't always stop at one serving. Plus, I think a lot of times I eat it out of habit--not because I truly want it).

-Overeating on vacation. Small indulgences are fine, but eating like every meal will be my last? Not fine. (I'm going to Spain in a month--more on vacay eating concerns to come!)

-Late-night eating. Ok, so I have improved in this area, but I have a looong way to go.

Exhibit A:

Last Wednesday I went to a GUESS? party (Michelle Tractenberg was there!), and then a swanky rooftop party for H&M. I had a great time at both and consumed a few too many (OK, five too many) glasses of wine. I didn't have dinner that night (big mistake, I know better), but I more than made up for it later in the night. On my way home, I made three, yes THREE snack stops. At my first stop before hopping on the subway, I got a small bag of Pirate's Booty and a small bag of Ritz cheese crackers. So far, not too bad.

I polished off my snacks on the train and when I got out, Tasti D-Lite was calling my name. I went by the store on 86th, but it was closed. I was bummed, but quickly remembered that the one on 92nd was open until midnight! Yesss! I had 10 minutes to get there. Even though I was in a time crunch, I made a pit stop at Duane Reade for a bag of Doritos. "This is fun!" I thought to myself. I hurried into TD with an empty Doritos bag in hand and ordered a medium Peanut Butter Cup with M&Ms topping. I pulled out my TD card (sweet, 3 more punches until I get a free large cone!) and was on my way. Four blocks and several spoonfuls of my favorite mystery "dairy" dessert later (it's not actually froyo, but I'm scared to investigate the ingredients), I was ready for bed. Or so I thought. I have no idea why but I opened the freezer. Right before my eyes was a pint of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream. "Liza (my sis) won't care if I take one teeny bite," I thought to myself. I think you can guess where this story is headed. I polished off the pint while I played around on my computer and watched reruns from Top Chef Masters (love that show!). Luckily, Liza had eaten one serving, so I consumed 600 calories instead of the full 800 (looking on the bright side here!)

I wish I was embellishing this story, but sadly, I'm not. It's 100% fact. And as painful as it is for me to recall, the total calorie count for my late night "snack" is...

Ice cream: 600 calories

Pirate's Booty: 130 calories

Ritz crackers: 150 calories

Bag of Doritos: 310 calories

Tasti-D with M&Ms: 300 calories

Grand total: 1,490

Wow, I ate a whole day's worth of calories in an hour. Scar-y! The next day I ate a very healthy, balanced diet and did a kick-ass workout (ran 3 miles in the park with Liza, went to a spinning class AND a yoga class!) to get myself back on track. The old Ellen would have woken up severely depressed and continued on the path of self destruction. I am making progress!

Spill it: What's the most you've eaten during a late-night binge? Please, someone make me feel better—and SANE!