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I made the mistake of attending service last Sunday, and then realized I couldn't accept communion. Not for fear of calories, but in knowing how allergic I was to every ingredient. The larger-sized crackers surprised me too, remembering the coin-sized ones from years ago. I honestly felt a little better after some good-natured teasing, and some extremely sweet gestures from others accepting for me. I've gotten used to the missed dinners and awkward cook-outs, but I think I'm still struggling with what's taken away socially. The sense of unity is missed, only watching others eat.
