The strangest thing has happened. I am no longer obsessed with food. I actually have a hard time imagining food that sounds good or that I want to eat. This makes advance meal planning kind of annoying. I stand in the kitchen each morning and try to decide what I want to eat for breakfast and lunch. Nothing sounds interesting. It is only when I am actually hungry that I can muster up interest in food.
The other night at the movies, I ate part of a candy bar and decided I didn't want anymore. It was actually too sweet. WTF?!?! This has NEVER happened to me before.
Thoughts about food have been my constant companion for as long as I can remember. If I was dieting, they became magnified. This is like something out of a Body Snatcher's movie!
I don't know how or why, but I'll take it!