My husband has a serious ice cream addiction. Every week he buys a fresh container of Chocolate Ripple, one in the ginormous “family size” that requires its own reinforced handle. Thing is, he can polish off that entire container by himself — with chocolate fudge sauce on top, mind you — and yet does not gain one single pound.

My daughter is a candy addict. Now that she’s out of braces, she’s a chewy candy addict, with sour Gummi Bears and Laffy-Taffy being two of her favorites. She almost always has a 2-pound bag of one or the other somewhere in her room, and judging by the empty wrappers I see in the trash she goes through at least one bag each week. She, too, indulges her habit without gaining one single pound.

My little boy loves bread above anything else. Bagels, rolls, buns, sliced bread: it doesn’t matter to him. If I didn’t insist on him eating protein, fruits and vegetables occasionally, he’d be a snap to feed: hand him a slice of bread and let him have at it. Then Hoover up the crumbs when he’s done. One thing I’m certain of: this child would never survive if I were to put us all on a low-carb diet. Not that he’ll ever need one — he shares his father’s metabolism.

Me? Give me salty snacks with a crunch or give me death. I’d be perfectly content living on chips, crackers or popcorn. Were it not for the need to feed the other members of my family, I’d gladly trade in all of my kitchen appliances for one of those home theater popcorn machines. But unlike my family, I pack on the pounds when I excessively indulge my cravings.

Which is why I have had to learn to buy rice cakes for my munchies, then close my eyes while eating and pretending they’re chips instead. But somehow, even that manages to pack on the pounds. It’s not fair, I tell ya.

Sure, I could wean myself of my addiction to all things that go “crunch,” but what’s the point of living after that? Didn’t someone famous once say “Give me chips or give me death?” No? Hmm…. well someone should have.

How about you? What’s your big weakness?