I often find that come breakfast time, I’m just not hungry. My wife will ask what I want for breakfast. I say, “Just some coffee.” And this morning, that’s exactly what I had, just some coffee. I’m just fine. I’m not hungry. I have every bit as much energy as I ever do. I am totally fine not eating anything.
Now, if I do happen to get a little hungry, there are all kinds of good leftovers in the fridge plus there are some avocados on the counter, if I want them.
Leftovers has become more of a problem here. It seems like our consumption of food has actually gone way done. We don’t eat the large volume of food that we used to. We eat what would seem a modest dinner and we’re both full.
I do notice that my body tells me when to stop, much more so than when I was eating a lot of carbs. Seriously, that feeling like I used to get after my third plate of pasta and the second helping of chocolate cake, like if you eat another bite, it’s gonna hurt, that feeling, maybe a little less intense, is the one I get when my body is telling me to stop. And I do. But I also notice that I’m not uncomfortable after I eat, nor am I sleepy, nor am I hungry again in an hour. I like it.