This used to be my Christmas with my husband Ian: Wake up at 8am for buttered toast and crumpets, then we’d get the turkey on while munching on crisps and chocolates. Lunch at 1pm with my parents would be layers of turkey, gammon, pigs in blankets, mounds of crispy roasts, bread sauce, gravy and veg dripping in butter. I’d manage at least seconds and thirds, savouring every last mouthful. Then it was Christmas pudding with custard, mince pies and more chocolates, before sinking on to the sofa to watch TV, snacking on sausage rolls until we fell asleep.
OK, so lots of people overeat at Christmas. But the truth is, food was my lifeline. Ever since I was 16 and working 10 hours a day for an engineering company, I’d…
