Yesterday a certain relative who lives in Northern California stopped by for a visit. The first thing he did (which is his usual form) was look into our refrigerator. More about finding boxes of frozen pizza later. First let me tell you, Vincent (an alias) has transformed himself from fat to thin before becoming the FOOD POLICE. True, he takes pride in how he eats. But, this subject is the center of too many conversations about how he has made and sustained life changes. It’s better form not to talk about it unless someone asks. Although Vince with his food obsessions tends to bore most people, it’s worse because he’s snooty. My husband thought it was entirely obnoxious when Vince droned on and on about the “true waste of calories in pizza”. (Our twenty-something daughters have friends over, and not everyone is dieting, particularly guys.) Although I said it with a smile and in a gentle voice, I told him he was being condescending and no one should tell others what to eat or not eat. My husband told Vince that he looked hungry and asked if he wanted some! Anyway, I just wanted to say that when dieting, we don’t have to mention it. We don’t want others feel sensitive about what they’re eating. I like having fruit on the counter for us to munch on, but for those who want it, there’s plenty of frozen pizza and lasagna in the freezer. This was the first time we reacted as tactfully as possible to Vince’s “orthorexia” which is an extreme fixation with healthy eating. Yes indeed, Vince will tell you it’s suicidal to eat French fries. I’m glad we did because after that, Vince’s more nurturing side took over. Otherwise, I’d have to keep him out of the kitchen.