you watch something on TV about "healthy eating" or "cooking to lose weight" and you start arguing with the images on TV ("And what's so wrong about saturated fat, you idiot?" "Oh yeah, subtracting that olive oil from the foccacio is going to help a whole lot" or "PROVE it!")

The clerk at the grocery store looks at your bacon, spinach, almonds, and Diet Rite and says, "oh, you're on that diet"

you choose your breakfast restaurants by whether or not they'll substitute tomatoes or cottage cheese for the hashbrowns and toast.

Not only do you read labels, you think: 'okay, 9 times X is such and such, and 4 times Y is such and such, subtract from total calories....'

Your fondest grocery store wish is that they sold chicken breasts without the bone but with the skin. You start having fantasties about visiting a chicken processing plant and getting discarded skins for free.

When you see the spouse of the one other person in town you know is LCing, you ask about her plateau before you ask how he is. (oops!)

You take a bite of some vegetable that was dressed with sugar and look
around for a place to spit it out.

You realize you've tried every single vegetable your grocery store carries--when three years ago, you had tried only half of them!

Great ones, guys (though Doreen, I do get my canned artichoke hearts and tuna from the interior of the store. )