bad body days

For the rest of this month, I am going to get up and walk out of any room in which the conversation turns to how much anyone "has to" lose weight, diet, or keep themselves from eating X (well, unless they're like diabetic). I'm not going to confront it or explain it; I'm just taking my marbles and going home.

Why? I have enough other things going on that lead me to doubt whether I'm smart or good, and I just don't seem to be able to defend my minority opinion against people who actually don't even realize they're having this conversation. My parents and their neighbors did that at my dad's 50th yesterday, and it was like the 3rd time it had happened in a week. Plus, I gained 8 lbs since - I don't know, whenever I last weighed myself? For some reason right now I'm just not my usual invulnerable self, to the point where I was thinking... You know what, fine. You're right. I'm so fat I should be dead. I'll go on a diet, too. It'll be awesome. I'll talk about nothing else, and you can all enjoy the vast boringness.

But as that seems like the sort of thing a petulant, self-injurious and vindictive child might do, I had the good sense to come up with another idea... avoidance! *grin*