Mourning / Grieving Your Old Eating Habits I had a weird realization today while I was putting my lunch together for work. I've been meal prepping and being extra strict about not eating out, actually putting lunch together for work, eating less, moving more, etc., mainly because I'm a bridesmaid and my dress is a little too snug and I don't have any time left to exchange the dress before the wedding. Anyways, I put the dress on today and it fits! It felt really good, and I've been feeling really great physically and mentally. Buuuutttt as I was putting my lunch together, it dawned on me that if I wanted to continue down this trajectory, I realized that I could never go back to how I ate before. What I ate, but mainly the amount of food I ate. Like, when I looked at my meal, I was like, wow. That's really all I'm going to eat for lunch. Granted, the garbage I ate, the amount I ate, and the lack of movement was what led me to morbid obesity, so it's not a bad loss, but still a loss nonetheless.…