What I find interesting is when my friends and family are about to suggest eating something that I try to avoid, like cake or ice cream or burgers or poutine, they stop and say to me, "Oh, that's right, you don't like that stuff." I tell them emphatically that yes, I do indeed like that stuff. Love it. Love the taste, love to eat it. I just hate the side effects, from how it makes me feel immediately after to how it affects my metabolism.
It's funny that they believe that if you avoid a kind of food, that means you don't like it, as though we all must indulge in the things we like at least semi-regularly. As though avoiding delicious but unhealthy foods were akin to self-deprivation of an almost criminal nature. My brother gives me that one a lot. "You're depriving yourself and it's unhealthy." Meanwhile he's over 200 pounds at about 5' tall (born with spina bifida) and constantly sick.
You lousy kids! Get off my savannah!