Strangest non-scale change: fryer smell quit calling my name

I run a small cafe, and my portion-control kryptonite has always been the 4 p.m. lull: broken cookies, the last few fries, a spoon of soup for salt. Since starting treatment in early March, the oddest thing isn't appetite exactly. It's that the fryer smell at closing stopped reading as food. It smells like hot oil and dish soap, not "one more bite." I still taste sauces and plate 30-40 lunches a day, but I'm not grazing the pastry case. Instead, I've been reorganizing the walk-in when stressed. Last Tuesday I sorted the jam shelf by color and felt ridiculous, then weirdly proud. My husband asked if I'd taken up a new hobby. I don't know if it's the med or just having brain space. Anyone else pick up a random non-food habit that came out of nowhere?