Yes, I have lost weight. No, I don’t know how much, I don’t own a scale or keep track. No, I don’t have cancer (that I know of), and no, I’m not on crystal meth (that I know of). No, it’s not a method I’d recommend. No, I’m not wearing baggy clothes to disguise my figure, these used to fit me. No, I don’t really want to talk about it, particularly not loudly, in public, with every single person.
(I do not mean to appear ungrateful for the implied compliments and/or concern.) (And/or the grilled cheese sandwiches.) (They were good.)