I think it may be one of those issues where 'forbidden fruits' suddenly become extra appealing but when you try them, they're a big disappointment.
It was like when I was a young teenager and had to be in by 9pm: I
longed to be allowed out later than that ... goodness knows what I thought happened once I was indoors - maybe I imagined the world came alive in one huge party the minute I stepped though my front door and I was missing out. Anyway, one night I stayed at my friend's house (her dad was away and her older sister who was looking after her was out) and we sneaked out at 10pm.
What a disappointment! The town was even more boring than it was at 9!!
Anyway - back to food. My friend SS'd for several months and then took a planned break for a holiday. She said that she anticipated her first meal with excited fervour but it wasn't the orgasmic experience she was expecting: in fact she was quite deflated and described the meal as 'OK'.
I cling to that thought: it helps me with the idea that I'm not missing out on all that much whilst I'm SSing
