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There are times when I really think I haven't lost any weight (clothes sizes to the contrary) or changed my habits at all. Then something clicks and I realise I have. Today, we went out to lunch. It was chucking it down, and I was soaked from walking home from the farmers' market, so we just went to the pub next door which has transformed itself into rather an upmarket burger chain. When a burger is good, it is really good, and I find pub burgers usually are good, so I ordered a plain burger (which came with salad and mayo) and chips, and my husband ordered one with avocado and bacon, and also chips. The chips were GORGEOUS, lovely big, fat, fluffy ones... but really, one bowl between us would have been enough, although you can't say it would have been ample. Normally these days if I have a burger, I eat half the bun, and then chips; today I found I was stuffed eating 1/2 the bottom bit of bun (I really should have ordered the burger without, which is one of the options there) and about 2/3 of my chips. Oh, and a pint.... the combination of a pint at lunchtime and insomnia meant I slept in my chair all afternoon. And now, six hours later, I'm not even beginning to be hungry - we've planned scrambled eggs with smoked salmon for a traditional Sunday-night supper, but I really don't want it just now. Yet it's not so many years since I'd have eaten the whole burger AND all the chips AND wanted my supper. So it is perfectly possible to reduce one's appetite, as long as it is done gradually! We're now down to 1/2 cup (125 ml) uncooked rice, couscous, bulghur wheat or quinoa between the two of us (edited to make that clear!), and 50g pasta each, and it really is plenty!
Edited 01/11/2009 20:01 ET by cl-annabelsmyth
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