I went through a similar experience over the Memorial weekend, my niece's 21st birthday BBQ with the family, hamburgers, hot dogs, cake and ice cream..... I served myself a hamburger patty with cheese, a few slices of pickle, a tablespoon of potato salad, but strangely, it filled up that paper plate, and as I sat down, I realized there was no way I could finish that plate. I ate half the burger and the pickles, and tasted the potato salad, and I was FULL. I could see those around me with their loaded plates, and I was remembering days gone by, with a hot dog and a burger, salads, chips, drinks...then dessert later, and I would never be really full. My old tummy needed volume to quell the hunger...and even then, I think my gherlin was always in overdrive. I had a taste of cake and it didn't do a thing for me...I felt elated that it had lost it's hold on me.
I am lovin my sleeve. It has given me the gift of control. True, I don't get the subtle high of what my old meals brought me, but it has given me the choice to find other ways to feel good, not just by eating myself into a never ending cycle of feeling good and then feeling guilty.