"D.Currie" wrote:

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> Last time, I joked about how I might bring my own food and explain that I'm
> on some sort of restricted diet, but I don't think I'd be able to get away
> with that. And like I said, there's no way we can get away with not going
> there for dinner on somewhat regular occasions.

Bitch and complain about the food. After each meal there, instead of suffering
in silence, phone her up and ask what the hell she gave you that made you so
ill. After a few calls like that you won't have to worry about declining
invitations. She won't invite you.
:-)