I survived the first party. I ate VERY moderately compared with other people - and compared with what I would have eaten before I learned Paul's rules.
There was party food at Rachel's tonight - and I ate very moderately.
The highs of coping with food well - and getting a lovely pashmina from my secret santa Dean - was offset by finding a card and letter from Gordon when I got home. I hate crying - it makes me feel crap.
I have hit both my exercise targets with 10 minutes of free step tonight.
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