Pardon Me?

I was running an errand for my boss, picking up some packages, when I bumped into our janitor in the hallway. Young-ish, always helpful and ever smiling, our friendly morning encounters has placed our relationship somewhere between familiar strangers and I'll-nod-my-head-and-throw-you-a-smile acquaintances. My heels clacking on the tiled floors caught her attention on this warm afternoon, and she beamed as she bounded toward me, waving her arms intending to tell me something.

"No eat!!"

She pointed at my waistline and gestured like she was feeding herself. I cocked my head in confusion.

"My English not too good. But you, no eat!"

"Am I FAT?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"My English no good. Never mind."

She shook her head and then went on her way, leaving me dazed as I stood there with a box in my arms.

Does she mean I'm fat, and I need to stop eating? Or that I'm fine, and I shouldn't eat too much? Or that, (maybe, if her culture likes heavier women), she wants me to eat more and get a little more plush? Or maybe, she just wants me to stop eating all together so I stop dropping my Fruit Loops all over the office floor when I'm munching on them.

I need to take Spanish classes!