... I made myself quite the gargantuan bowl of curried pork and egg noodles, all totted up and within allowance. The train had run late, TMM had worked late and there was no dinner made. So it was after seven before I was sitting down to eat. I was famished. As we say in Belfast, I could've eaten the leg of a scabby wain. I was just over half way through when I realized I was full. And guess what. I actually stopped eating and put the left overs in the kitchen. That's not at all like me. It just shows that I'm in the zone at the minute. I knew that if I was hungry again later, I could eat the rest of it, but I'm counting it as a major win that I didn't keep eating, just for the sake of it, and just because I could afford to. So I had a few squares of my dark chocolate later and was still on target.
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