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Bigger Lunch

Recently, it seems the portion size of lunch meals has grown larger - and these are the healthy options like soup, salad and grain bowls. It used to be that a meal like that was just enough or maybe it left you a smidge hungry. It was not common for folks to have a lot of left-overs from eating out at lunch. At first, I thought it might just be me - aging and proportionately reduced appetite. 

But I see that with folks would are a decade or two younger than me as well. All of them are likely not on AOMs. Reading about how the food industry needs to adapt to Ozempic style drugs that successfully make a person feel full and not think about food makes me wonder if this is one of those strategies even if counter-intuitive. A smaller portion size would make better sense if the customer is satiated with less. 

Maybe the idea is that the food was well-prepared even though the customer is on a medication that killed their desire to enjoy food. So if they took it home and there was a moment when the effect of the drug faded out, this person would be able to enjoy the leftovers and that may bring them back. There is a certain logic to that if it happens to work. I only know one person who takes Ozempic and she reports mixed feelings about it - being diabetic and having a number of health complications from it, she is grateful for any drug that improves her situation. This one certainly does. 

While physically it has been a blessing, she seems to struggle with how it changed her relationship with food. B is a good cook and has been careful about preparing meals that are healthy for her condition. But she likes to enjoy the process and the output - both of which seem to have been impacted by the drug. If there is no desire or anticipation for the output, the process becomes pointless and tedious. 

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