The Hot Chica admin who sits next to me thinks it's funny that I'm concerned about what I eat. I read about nutrition. I read labels, but to be honest, although I try to eat right, I don't let it affect every choice I make.

This morning she offered me a cookie. Not just any cookie but a soft sugar cookie with frosting and jimmies. I said, "Sure. Thanks. But it probably has trans fat in it." She's heard the trans fat speech before.

"You are a freak," she shot back.

So I proceeded to tell her, again, all the evils of trans fat. She wasn't hearing any of it. "We are all going to die someday," she countered, which is what most people say when I tell them about the evils of certain foods.

Later I called her after I ate the cookie to tell her thanks again. "See, you ate it despite the fact it was bad for you. Just like me with smoking."

I yelled across the cubicles. "It was ONE cookie! IT'S NOT THE SAME THING! Quit smoking gawddammit!"

She still wasn't hearing any of it.

After my lunch, I went to her desk to ask if she had any gum. "You can smell my breath from all the way over there?" she joked. "No. I have Doritos breath. Actually Baked Doritos breath. No trans fat," I said with a smile.

"You are a freak," she said again as she handed me a stick of cinnamon gum.

I unwrapped it and put it in my mouth. "Oh wait," I said. "This probably has some kind of chemical in it." I chewed a couple times. "Probably sorbitol. Let me see the package." I read the contents. "Yep. See," I pointed. "The main ingredient is sorbitol."

She looked at me with amazement. "How did you know that?"

"I can name that artificial sweetener in two chews."

"You are a freak."