Work have arranged our Christmas party which is to be a casual get together in one of the girl’s houses where everyone brings a dish to share.
Last week I spent between 10 minutes to an hour each day worrying about what I would eat at this event which is 7 weeks away.
I am a (semi) intelligent rational human being, and I know one meal won’t make a difference, but I can’t seem to switch of that bit of my brain that is obsessing over this.
The easiest thing would be not to go, but I have bailed on last two social events and I moved to a new team this year and it would be nice to see colleagues outside of the centre.
So I will go, and I will just try to laugh at the ridiculousness of spending the next 7 weeks worrying about the calorie content of random dishes and people’s perceptions of how I eat.
Oh the joys of this illness….