I think the hardest thing about my "new eating habbits" is my mind and the taste. My mind says I'm eating too small to survive. And I love the tastes of food. I constantly want to eat more (like I did to get me to this state of obesity in the first place). But my tummy won't let me and then I spend the next 20 minutes in the bathroom throwing up what I ate. It's definitely not fun. And I'm really trying to learn how much is too much. It's a training experience that I am forced into. And that's what I wanted - what I needed. I need the extra help of being sick to realize how much is too much. And it seems to be working. I've lost 35 pounds so far. :-)
I've heard it said: Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels. I'm not sure if that's a true statement. I REALLY LOVE the taste of chocolate (which incidentally I haven't eaten in over 2 months). But I do enjoy fitting into my clothes better and seeing that I have cheek bones and a neck. :-) Maybe I'll feel differently in a year or two?!