I went to a colleague's mother's funeral today and was asked back to the tea afterwards.
As is my practice, I had what I wanted, just tiny amounts - 1 sausage; 1 tiny, smaller than my finger, spring roll; 1 small piece of chicken breast; 1 tiny fishcake; 1 half buttered scone. The scone was absolutely TDF - so I went back and had another. Not only was it delicious too, I was so pleased that I've now hit a weight/size where I can feel 'normal' around public food, that I can go back for 'seconds' without believing people are thinking, what a pig.
I know that the weight I am - still 40lbs over my upper healthy limit - is a weight at which many people my height gasp in horror and start their weightloss journey: but it's still a good place for me!