My brain's snack radio lost its signal around month two

I weigh every morning, but I’ve learned to let the trend line do the narrating. The first shift wasn’t at meals—it was the background chatter between them: mental pantry inventories, planning the next bite while still chewing. Around day 17 I left half a granola bar on my desk and forgot it existed. By the fourth week, walking past the breakroom cookies was more like noticing a poster than negotiating a treaty. It hasn’t been a straight line. Stress still makes the chatter louder, and I log those days without treating them as a verdict. The scale is noisy too; the weekly direction is calmer. For anyone still in the static, my quiet came gradually, not on a schedule. What made it easier for you to wait it out?