You're On A Diet!?

It happens to me all the stinkin' time. I'm at someone's house, or a restaurant with friends, and I'm offered something especially tasty, that also happens to be diabetes on a plate. I usually say something like "Oh, no thanks." or find some other smooth way respectfully decline. And then they ask the question. I don't know why they feel it's necessary, or even polite to ask, but they do.

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why don't you want any?"

And that starts it. Now I have to try to explain without getting myself and everyone around in too deep.
"I'm on a diet." is my usual approach to giving as little information for them to continue the conversation as possible.

"You're kidding! You're on a diet!? Why!? Like you need it!"

"Um, to stay in the condition I want."

Seriously people. I don't really consider myself to be on a diet. It's kind of a lifestyle thing. That's what it's supposed to be! Now, sure I'll eat ice cream occasionally, but it's not a consistent thing. The point is, the reason I'm in the condition I'm in is because I watch what I eat regularly. Not just when I want to drop a couple of pounds. Most of the people I know who are in at least descent shape are that way because they intend to be that way, not because they were just born skinnier.

Granted, I actually weigh more now than almost ever before in my life. Part of that is left over from the weight I gained on my transcontinental bicycle trip, but part of it is because I haven't watched what I eat as consistently as I used to. Also, I think I'm probably still transitioning out of my youthful body into an adult body. Which generally means you weigh more.

I digress.

But my rant is over, so it doesn't really matter that I digressed.

Thanks.

-Gabriel