From skwigg's journal:
You guys, something amazing happened yesterday. Only I didn't realize it was amazing until like an hour later when I thought about what I'd done. I finished lunch and wanted some dessert. I had at least half a cup of marshmallow cream frosting leftover from my cupcakes. I'd put it in a container in the refrigerator. I was puzzling over how I might eat it and then it hit me. I grabbed the container of frosting, a box of Nilla Wafers and a butter knife. I carried it all to the living room, sat down in front of the TV, and one at a time frosted and ate 4 Nilla Wafers. Then I didn't want any more. So I got up and put it all away.
What's kooky about this is that I broke all of my own "rules" that I used to have. I didn't predecide how much I was going to eat. I didn't portion out the amount before I sat down. I ate directly out of the container, in front of a TV no less. But I had zero concerns about overeating because I trust myself to know when I've had enough, and I trust that there's always more where that came from, and I trust that nothing bad and irreversible will happen, regardless of the portion I choose. Different choices have different outcomes, but it's not possible to do it "wrong."
I stopped eating when I didn't want any more. That's almost always why I stop eating now. I don't want any more and I know I can have it again later, whatever it is. It's not because I'm totally stuffed, or 80 percent full, or my portion's gone, or the show is over, or I need to finish the rest of it, or this bite doesn't taste as good, or any of the other tricksy tricks I would try to use as cues. I just hit a point where I know I'm done. It's weird. And wonderful.