Workplace has desserts for smallfat's 24th birthday. Ham tries to get me to eat dessert with the rest of the sty. Smallfat junior colleague from previous post: https://voat.co/v/fatpeoplehate/comments/533449 turned 24. I had thought she was about 30. Crazy hypochondria woman who wears respirator at work, and is also fat brings two pastries for a small birthday gathering. I enter break room where they have just finished singing Happy Birthday. I take a mineral water from the refrigerator and smile at the birthday golem.  Everyone at my job knows I am a fitness hobbyist who runs marathons and Spartan Races and eats very clean. Ham #3 offers me a slice of pastry. I politely decline. She stands next to me and holds the plate in front of me trying to get me to accept it. I politely decline again. She offers it again in a sing-song voice as if it is the best thing in the world. Now we are locked in a battle of wills. There is no fucking way I will allow myself to lose a conflict against a fat; also, I don't enjoy dessert as much as others seem to. So I reply to her loudly enough for the whole room of sugar-buffers to hear: "No thank you. I've already had dessert this month."