Dieted all day yesterday; didn’t lose a pound!

Dieted all day yesterday; didn’t lose a pound!
So she’s at it again. My roommate is dieting. Again. Apparently this time of year it has become clear to her that those extra ounces on her 5’9 120 lb frame are unacceptable. So now not only am I bombarded with the painful message that it is mandatory to always count calories, sodium, sugar, you know, anything that could possibly be non-air but actual nutrition (aka FOOD) but now the shallow, ultimately vain stereotype has invaded my HOME. And it’s not solely that I feel a teensy bad about myself by proxy (I am human) but I also truly mourn any semblance of interesting, thought provoking, maybe even occasionally humorous conversation. Cause it’s all downhill to Splenda and Saccharin land from here. I hope you made a bucket of dough with your best selling food-obsessed books, which include the mantra “Eat food. Not too much, only plants” line, Michael Pollen, because my roommate holds her copy dear, right underneath her jutting collarbone and now she can commiserate upon no topic other than your precious “food” while she barely touches her raw, plant-only dinners. Ah, the upper middle class obesity crisis. Please pass the calorie-rich vino so I can drown out the whining. Bottom line: there is NO worse company out there than a dieter.