Backstory: I'm 12 pounds away from the lowest weight I've been since I was 18 (I'm 55). I work mainly with three others: A skinny one with a potbelly, a skinny vegan who sneaks meat, and a petite slightly pudgy.

Petite pudgy looks at my lunch and says, "Everyday, the food level in your containers gets higher and higher." I look at her chips, PB&J, and apple, and tell her that I pack 2 -3 days' worth of food in one container so that I don't have to rush around every morning to put a lunch together. She rolls her eyes.

Skinny potbelly, who used to sneer as she looked me up and down, asked at an office birthday, "You're not going to have just ONE ice-cream sandwich? Really?" She is developing "bra bulge," and she wants me to eat crap.

Sneaking vegan grills me for signs of sleeve complications. "Are you SURE that you're doing okay? You're not sick?" Meanwhile, she eats mostly corn, potatoes, and Pasta, now with a bit of meat sauce.

Grrrr.

Plenty of people have weight struggles. My step instructor is normally 135 pounds. She had gained weight, almost to 150 and she was really stressing about it. Just because I weigh 100 pounds more than that doesn't mean she doesn't have a valid concern about her own weight. Being 150 when you should be 135 is traumatic. I supported her efforts to get back in shape just as much as she supported my efforts to get back in shape. I would never expect my friends to censor themselves about their issues just because my issues may be a bit bigger to handle.

And nobody suggested censorship. The underlying point of my post was that this is an individual who is successful in every arena related to health and weight yet is so cripplingly insecure as to need to resort to jr high level ego tactics ("I'm so fat" so that the other girls go ohmygod, no you're not!)

Perhaps what I am realizing by writing this all down is that I am not in a healthy enough place to be friends with someone in that state, I am perhaps still too fragile in my own recovery to also have to deal with someone in a neurotic state. I will find ways to deal with the behavior, hopefully without losing a friend.

Backstory: I'm 12 pounds away from the lowest weight I've been since I was 18 (I'm 55). I work mainly with three others: A skinny one with a potbelly, a skinny vegan who sneaks meat, and a petite slightly pudgy.

How is this work situation now?