At a cookout, talking with one of my husband's (male) relatives, legs and ankles covered in mosquito bites from a night camping near a canal at Virginia Beach (don't ask).
Relative: What, are you diabetic?
Me: Um, no.
Relative: [Something about people with diabetes attracting mosquitos]
Me: I don't have blood sugar issues, just blood pressure.
Relative: You need to take some of that weight off.
Me: If I have blood pressure issues, it's from stress, thanks.
At breakfast with my own family, surrounded by delicious homemade biscuits and ham and muffins. Mother and sister have just finished conversation about how various relatives have lost [X] pounds and look great.
Sister: I shouldn't have eaten any of those muffins anyhow. I'm supposed to be on a diet.
Mom: Me too, I've got to drop some of this weight again.
Sister: Tell me about it!
Me: I'm officially fat and happy. As long as I'm healthy I don't care if I'm fat!
Also had a conversation with my mom about how I've never actually had an accurate blood pressure measurement taken, since no one ever uses the correct cuff. It was harder than I expected to essentially say "hey, I know you thought I had this health issue, and thought it was related to my weight, but actually it's probably more related to stress and I may not even have the issue in the first place."
Sometime I should write about having a relative who really is a weight loss success story.