Hilde is convinced that unless someone has been plagued by food noise, they have no idea what it feels like to have relief from it. An entire afternoon went by before Hilde realized she hadn't thought about food at all. She actually got more WORK done. With food noise, there's this torturous process where a food thought pops into the brain. BOING-it's there and it pokes, pokes, pokes. Hildes noise rarely went away unless she gave in to the food thought with eating somethi

It feels like someone sprinkled sparkles & sunshine on Hilde's food. Food tastes BRIGHTER and more nommy. It could've been the bangin' homemade Chick-fil-A chicken salad, though, 'cause it was perfection. For anyone super observant, you'll notice that the Mr. Tummus character has changed to Mrs. Tummus (aka Tum-Tum or various other nicknames). This is, after all, mostly a blog for and about women, so there you have it. That's enough reason to shift it. Let Hilde know if y

What is this MAGIC that made the food noise disappear? Mr. Tum doesn't know what's up. Hungry? Maybe, but not sure. Full? I think so. I'll tell ya, if THIS is how average-sized people's brains are all the time, then no WONDER they're thinner. They're not battling an incessant chitter-chatter that dogs them 24/7 to eat.

Hilde decided to make her own little cartoon symptom tracker to keep tabs on her GLP-1 adventure. The way some people talk though, she expected to be drawing copious amounts dookies, stinky booty-tooties, and flaming burps. Turns out it was a whole lot calmer than that.