I Like Food

This is important because I don’t want to pretend that I’ve suddenly become somebody who regards food as nothing more than fuel.

I don’t.

I fucking love food.

Good food is one of life’s pleasures.

I’ve also always had a fairly strong relationship with finishing what I’ve been given. If I’ve paid for something, part of my brain says:

I paid for it. It’s mine. Don’t waste it.

The problem is that thought doesn’t actually answer the question:

Am I still hungry?

For a long time, I didn’t really separate those things.

Mounjaro has made me much more aware of the difference.

That doesn’t mean I’ve conquered it.

Far from it.

It means I’ve started to recognise the bastard I’m fighting.