I hate being polite in real life. A ham sat next to me during coffee hour at church. She was asking me about the training I do and how my sprained ankle is (all better!) and somehow we were talking about her shoulder and back pain. I asked her if she was able to do yoga, which she can't because she gets dizzy if she's not upright. What I really wanted to say is that 90% of her health problems would be solved if she lost weight, but then she grabbed a donut and I gave up.  Also, it's not weird to bring nonfat Greek yogurt and fresh blueberries with me to coffee hour. Nope. Don't give me that look for refusing donuts.