Maybe it's just the stress.
At 45, I try to eat right and exercise and take care of myself. I'm doing fairly well for the things I can control.
Anyway, I get a little friendly kidding from co-workers about my Fiber One breakfast from time to time, which I usually take in stride and with a bit of irony. I like all of these people, but most are overwheight and some are obese.
I commute on occasion in addition to regular long weekend rides and an occasional weekday ride. In a county with 38,000 people, I can only think of just a handfull of cyclists, so we are rare. Since there are no places for bikes at my work, I store mine in my office. This means I must roll it through the large main office area where numerous people work.
I wear a helmet, and on my way out for lunch the last several days, one of my co-workers has called out from across the office that I had a large bug on my head.
Today I responded, "I can see why you are alarmed, as it appears that most everyone else stuffs theirs under the front of their shirts." while I pulled at the loose fabric around my stomach.
That was not nice and I feel kind of bad.