Weight....or otherwise known as why I hate me

I am overweight.  A lot overweight.  Clinically obese in fact.  I've been battling with my weight for years, and I just don't get it.  I have to eat practically nothing to lose weight, or even keep from gaining weight.  (Around 1000 calories a day to maintain, even less to lose.)  I'm sick of it.  I like food.  Hell I love food.  And if I want to weigh less than a sperm whale, I can't have very much of it.  I'm also not a very active person (which I know is part of the problem).  My job is a mainly desk job.  My main hobbies are reading, cross-stitching, and horseback riding.  Although the third one has some physical component to it, the horse is really the one doing the work.  (My horse is in great shape!  In spite of a layer of fat, underneath he is very well-muscled and in good shape.  Probably from carrying my lard ass around.)  I did finally find a form of excercise that isn't boring, I can do no matter what the weather, can do at home, and usually enjoy it-DDR.  Even doing an hour a night, six or seven nights a week isn't really doing any good.  Yes, I can tell that my health is improving--at least I don't gasp at the end of the hour any more, and I know that's important.  It's still incredibly depressing though that I can't get down to a weight range associated with humans rather than land masses.  I'm now starting to consider some very unhealthy behaviors to see if any of them actually have an effect on my gravitational pull.  At this point I'd do just about anything.  I've had abdominal surgery once for a medical necessity, I know I can heal from it.  I wonder if they can remove my stomach entirely, and just feed me through an IV drip? Hmmmmm...........