Four months on semaglutide, appetite suppression is old news. Last Saturday I ordered the roast chicken at a neighborhood place: half portion, crispy skin, lemon, no sauce. Ate slowly. Satiety arrived around 20 minutes, not 5. I stopped with food left, boxed it, and didn't white-knuckle the rest of the night. It wasn't a spiritual event. It was better: a good meal that stayed a good meal instead of becoming a binge-or-guilt binary. My weekly trend moved down 0.6 lb, but the behavioral signal was cleaner than the scale. I want more meals like that. Anyone else had a restaurant meal that felt pleasurable and controlled rather than medicalized?
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