I work nights. Most meals are fuel. Last Thursday I got off at 7 a.m. and hit a diner with a coworker.
I ordered chilaquiles, extra salsa verde, two eggs over easy, black coffee. First sit-down meal in maybe six weeks where I wasn't doing math in my head. Ate half. Boxed the rest. No guilt, no greasy regret, no crash.
The food was hot, salty, and tasted like something I used to love before every meal felt like a test. I still had suppression. I just also had a good time. Not a cheat day. Not a last supper. Just a meal that made me feel like a person on Ozempic, not a patient. What meal did that for you?