He: I can't believe how much I ate today.
I: I couldn't practice all day yesterday while we were driving here.
He: I thought that bag of caramel corn in the car was bad, but I had, like, seven cookies and a beer between lunch and dinner alone!
I: I only got a half-hour of scales in this morning before the baby woke up, and I sounded terrible!
He: I already weigh a pound more than yesterday.
I: I just don't know if I'll be able to make any time for the oboe with all the family here.
He: And you can't really refuse pie if everyone else is eating it - you'd look like a jerk.
I: I cannot afford to take a week off, with that audition in the middle of January. I've got to play well every day so I don't lose ground.
I: Everyone else is just enjoying their vacation. Why can't I? Why must the oboe be so demanding?
He: I really wanted to be at [goal weight] by January, but there is just so much food at this holiday.
I: I can't believe you're this upset about your diet! Weight loss is a marathon, not a sprint, and you can restart in a week.
He: Will you lighten up, already? It's a holiday, and you can spend some time with your family!
Together: STOP WITH THE OBSESSING! MERRY G**D*** CHRISTMAS, ALREADY!