“I’m Not Talking to You . . .!”

I gave you the account of this story in “The Truth Hurts” and it was my intention to leave it at that, but a peculiar incident happened, which compelled me to continue the narrative. 

“I’m not talking to you,” she said, dispiritedly. “I just came back from the doctor, and as always you’re right.” 

“Hold on while I grab my phone.” 

“What for?” 

“I want you to repeat it, so I can record it for posterity.” 

“I hate you.” 

“I know, you told me that before.” 

I had no idea which doctor she had gone to. In fact, I was clueless as to what I had been correct about, which made her professed her hatred for me, let alone why she decided to stop talking to me. I had been down this road before, and knew a little patience on my part would yield all the answers. 

“I went to see a doctor about my being overweight.” 


“That’s all you have to say.” 

“What would you like me—-?” 

“You’re not the least bit interested?” 

“Not really, since I know what he or she probably said, but I will remain quiet while you tell your story.” 

“How could you possibly know?” 

“I could show of my powers of deduction, but I rather you tell me.” 

“Show off!” 

“Alright then. You claimed to have visited a doctor for your corpulence. You also indicated that I was right, which means that we have discussed this subject before. The fact that you’re angry with me, lends credence to whatever he or she told you, must corroborate something I have told you also. 

“So, the doctor must have told you that there is no magic elixir. He or she prescribed an appetite suppressant, and told you it would be more effective, if you exercised.” 

“What? You bugged my phone? You followed me there?” 

“Those scenarios are unlikely, and you know it.” 

“Then how could you possibly?” 

“You must enter into a caloric deficit if you’re going to lose weight. The natural way to suppress your appetite is to drink a bottle of water before every meal. You would scoff at such a notion. The doctor knows there’s an alternative, but since it’s too simplistic, and he or she must make you feel as if your money is not being wasted, prescribed a pill, which you believe will rid you of your excess body fat. 

“You tried them before, did you not?” 


“When you stopped, your being overweight returned.” 

“I hate you!” 

“I could have saved you the visit. The inordinate amount of money you will spend on seeing the doctor, would be better spent by joining a gym, hiring a personal trainer, and changing your eating habits, to create a healthier lifestyle.” 

“I’m not talking to you,” she snarled, and stormed out of the room.