November 1, 2026
"'It was a miracle for my brain. All the food noise was gone.' But when her husband of 20 years would ask her where she’d like to go for dinner..."
"'I’m like, "Here’s the problem, dear. I don’t care about food anymore, so it doesn’t matter where we go,"' she said. 'That part was very frustrating for him.'"
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I don’t care about food anymore, so it doesn’t matter where we go
Hooters it is.
That part was very frustrating for him
You not caring about where to go was not frustrating for him. You complaining about where he chooses, or just generally being an unpleasant dinner partner was.
I'm on a GLP-1 (compounded tirzepatide) and it does curb your appetite. Even when I'm not hungry, I still think of my next meal and do care what I eat, even with smaller portions.
The "food noise" -- is that the constant craving to fill the belly? If she also lost all joy in food and conviviality that's probably something she should discuss with her doctor or therapist, rather than with the New York Times.
Inventing problems where problems don’t exist.
As long as her GLP ennui doesn't extend to sex, I'd be fine picking the restaurants from here on out.
I didn't have to sleep, to eat, to eliminate... I was free at last.
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