Taking appetite suppressant medication brings out the ugly side of eating for me. I don't feel hungry at all, even if I haven't eaten. So I have to make myself eat. But it seems to mask the normal feeling of what my body needs. Even when I make poor eating choices, I can tell my body needs more vegetables or whole grains or protein. But not when my appetite is suppressed by medication. So, I eat, but it is all indiscriminate unless I force myself to make wise eating choices anyway. And that is the trick.
And I find myself once again at a point where I wonder why I didn't just keep on keeping on when I was at a lower weight--why throw away the progress and the good feeling of having your clothes fit you comfortably? So much easier to put it on than to put it off, and at the stem of it all is my thought processes.