I refuse to go the works Xmas do. I get on well with my colleagues but they are colleagues, not friends or family. Work is work, outside life is outside life. The two are separate. They've given up asking me.
Several years ago I was laid up for four months: medical emergency, stuck at home for two months with tubes in me, bored and miserable, middle of winter so cold and dark outside; week in hospital in bed for an operation and then two months of no exercise as it all healed up.
Pies, pasties, chocolate pud, comfort eating on overdrive. I put on three stones