I'm six weeks out and have been sampling ALMOST everything, except breads, rices (all pastas in general), nuts and deserts. I'm learning that my sleeve is going to be my big brother for the rest of my life...I will be eating healthier and my big brother will make sure I don't over do it. My husband LOVES food (of course he's in great shape), but he's been so concerned about eating in front of me that HE actually goes into another room to eat something I would love. When I look at myself in the mirror after these 6 weeks and see such a dramatic change in my features already, my desire to follow the plan takes over. Hang in there, be strong and think of all you've gone through already - are the juices of one bite of pizza worth all that?