I had a great week weightloss-wise. I stayed under my cals, and in all my nutrition ranges. Actually for a few days I was quite low on cals (weird emotional situation I'm going through and I lost my appetite temporarily), and still got some great exercise in, despite the fact that I didn't do any hardcore exercise at the gym. I decided, weirdly and stupidly, that today I was going to let myself have an off day, plus my roommates are out of town at the moment so I have the house to myself. I ordered pizza, potato wedges, fried zucchinni, garlic bread, and tiramisu. When the food arrived, I delved into a very familiar scenario: I load up a plate full of piles of the food, snacking on it as I go (generally trying to shove as much in as possible) and with the intention to eat all of it.
This time, I didn't do it. I ate til I was just barely full, right about where I know I will be perfectly satiated. And then? I just kind of......stopped. I just felt like I wasn't very interested in it once I got full. I even told myself, gave myself mental permission to just eat and eat. I remember when I used to seriously just pack it in, I remember when it was normal for me to order $30 of food and eat all but a couple of bites in one sitting. I remember being so full that I could barely move and still feeling 'hungry'. I just looked at that food (disgusting, greasy food) and I didn't feel that it was worth it to overeat. It wasn't worth the yucky, bloated, guilty, gross feeling. I covered it back up and put it away.
It was a great feeling for me. Even though I still have a ways to go in my weightloss journey, I feel good about this. Really good.