I'm not sure when I adopted a policy of shouting "BOOOOORIIIIING!" in the face of anyone who tried to tell me about their "naughty" festive encounters with a yule log, or their New Year plans to emerge, butterfly-like, from the chrysalis of their former flab, but I can tell you I've been infinitely happier since.

So-called "diet chat" isn't just tedious, it can be actively dangerous, particularly for those of us with experience of eating disorders.