Nine weeks in on a GLP-1, most meals hve been practical: Greek yogurt, chicken, roasted veg, repeat. Last night my partner made spicy miso salmon with jasmine rice and charred broccolini. I served myself a normal plate, ate about half, and stopped without white-knuckling it. Then I sat there and actually tasted it.
Not just texture and fullness—the salty-sweet thing, the sesame, the little burnt edges. I know GLP-1s can slow gastric emptying and dial down reward signaling, and in the trials people don't all respond the same.
I'm not claiming it 'fixed' my brain. But for 20 minutes I felt like a person enjoying dinner, not a person managing a symptom.
I packed the rest for lunch and didn't think about it again until noon. Anyone else had a meal like that—where the point wasn't protein or portions, it just got your soul right?