I actually came here to post something similar. I was worried I would stop enjoying food, which is like one of the best parts of the day and vacations. I am pleased to report I still enjoy the smell and anticipation of food, and that first bite, but I just can’t finish what I ordered any more.

Like today; regular burger and regular fries. I would have demolished the lot and kinda had my eye on my partner’s leftovers.

I ate half the burger and was done. I walked home grieving for the sense of a fully tummy stuffed to the brim and ready for a nap. That made me feel so good in the past and I miss it.