When I was anorexic, I used to start worrying in July about how I was going to handle the ordeal of "The Christmas Dinner". (I jokingly referred to it as "The Last Supper"!)
I always found it difficult getting the right balance of eating enough not to offend, but not eating so much that I was thrown into a complete panic.
In a culture where the refusal of food is the ultimate rejection, you can imagine how horrendous the situation was for everyone present.
Thankfully those fearful days are in the past and I can now enjoy the occasion with my loved ones.
It may sound ludicrous to get so wound up over one meal, but to the anorexic, the Christmas Dinner, or any other festal occasion is a time of great fear and anguish.
Kerry.
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