horrid bunch of nitpicking crustaceans

In my country, being called a crab is insulting. But invertebrates do not constitute the gist of this post. To the people who have made much ado with my weight loss which has made my regular response close to a monotonous tape-recorded message ala stephen hawking, stop saying things that obviously aim to make me feel bad but which I obviously know to be some repugnant method of bitter projection of the desire to lose visible body mass. It didn't happen overnight. It involved immense stress triggering a series of hormonal & physiological responses resulting to 2 hospitalizations and invasive medical tests & interventions. I've lost my appetite & I can't have coffee. Am I unhappy about the weight loss? No. Am I happy that I lost weight? Yes. Did I intend the processes leading to the weight loss to happen? No. I did not inoculate my tonsils with a drug-resistant bacterium, I did not insert a stone in my gall bladder, I did not inject cortisol in my system to have a jolt of stress, I did not drink hydrochloric acid to annoy my stomach. The secret to succesful weight loss? Excessive human contact & waste of spoken language. A hybrid of which is the tactless Homo sapiens (can't italicize the scientific name on mobile blogger). I'm a whiny, hormonal female dog right now so don't push my buttons. I bite like a shark.