Just got back from a mooch around the shops. Whilst in Matalan ran into an old friend I have not seen for probably nearly a year. She is also a very large lady, who bemoans that fact but still enjoys whatever food she fancies. (Much as myself once upon a time, in the dim and distant past!) Our hubbies are life long chums, in fact her OH is our sons Godfather. I think, in an odd way, she regarded me as a conspirator in the "fat" world, if that makes sense? She did comment on my loss, but somehow it felt very odd and more than a little difficult for me. She asked how I had done it, and I just said meal replacements, and no convetional food. She asked if it was through the GP, and I explained that apart from the initial check-up,it was a private concern, not an NHS thing. Her closing comment was "Oh well pass some my way then" and she barely spoke other than this! I felt highly embarrassed, and the desperate need to leave the situation, so I mumbled my "Goodbye, must dash, left son at home " etc etc and made a hasty retreat. I dont quite understand this feeling as I have, until now, been utterly elated about my losses, and despite my moans, happily anticipating more to come. It seems a little spooky too, that this encounter came this morning, hot on the heels of Mrs L 's question about telling folks, and how did we hear about LL. For the first time, I felt this new me was not overly well received, and boy did it feel odd!!