I came to visit my grandma between classes and told her about five times:
Me: No need to make lunch. I had a sandwich and am not hungry, so please, don’t make lunch for me.
Grams: A sandwich is not food (with intense look of concern).
Me: Yes it is, but please, no need to make me lunch because I am not even slightly hungry.
ONE HOUR LATER
Grams: Lunch is ready. I made lentils, chicken paddies, rice, juice, etc, etc.
Me: But I’m not going to eat because I’m not hungry remember?
Grams: WHATTTTTT??????? You aren’t hungry? (Makes face of utter tragedy and dismay).
Me: Remember, I told you about the sandwich I ate?
Grams: (Eyes get even bigger). SANDWICH ISN’T FOOD!!! I will set the table at one o’clock. But don’t eat too much because you will get even fatter.
Ohh, do I long for the days when I’m back in the U.S and nobody calls me fat, even if I weight 500 pounds and need a motorized cart to get around Wal-Mart.