"Is that what you're having for dinner?" my husband wanted to know.

I had prepared 1/2 lb. of lean hamburger with taco seasoning and put it on the dining room table with sour cream, sliced tomatoes, shredded cojack cheese and taco shells. The kids were eating, my husband was eating. After getting everyone settled, I stood in the kitchen and injected my dinner-time dose of Byetta and swallowed the Metformin.

After nearly a month, I was starting to feel the effects of Byetta. Namely, my appetite had dramatically decreased.

My husband looked shocked that I sat down at the table with half of a very small bag of baby carrots, a small dish of ranch dressing and a glass of water.

"Yes," I told him. "There's not that much taco meat and I'm not really that hungry anyway."

"You should have a taco," he pleaded.

"I'm OK," I said. "This is what I've been eating for lunch the last few days,some carrots and cucumbers and a hard-boiled egg. You guys eat all you want and if I'm hungry when you're done then I'll have a taco."

I wasn't sacrificing for the sake of the family. I truly wasn't hungry and it was actually a very liberating feeling to not want to devour a meal.

Now, I should mention that roughly two hours before dinner I had munched on some cookies that I was making to take to work. However, this was not significant enough to ruin my dinner.

When everyone was done eating, there was, surprisingly, still meat leftover.

"Have a taco, honey," my husband said.

"Nah. I'm fine. Really."

I was worried, though, about whether I could make it the rest of the night. About two hours later, I did have a twinge of hunger, but just as quickly as it started it stopped.

And heading up to bed I eyed the box of cookies I had baked this afternoon, but that's all I did.