I subtly shitlord all the time. I posted pictures of my abs on Facebook and I know she saw them. I walk around in my running tights and flaunt my snug clothes that she knows she could never possibly fit into. I come back from my runs before dinner and make comments like "Whew, only five miles today, I'll have to do more tomorrow!"  It's obvious she knows she's wrong, and just saying stupid things to make herself feel better. I just wonder how fat she has to get until the truth becomes painfully clear.