I want to offer a slightly different perspective. I'm on month 4 and the food noise reduction has been amazing, but it also scared me at first.
Food was my comfort. My coping mechanism. My celebration, my grief ritual, my everything. When the noise went quiet, I was left with... just me. And my feelings. Without the buffer.
Turns out I had been eating my feelings for 20 years and now I actually had to feel them. Started therapy 6 weeks ago and it's been brutal but necessary.
So yes, the quiet is a gift. But be prepared — sometimes what's underneath the noise needs attention too.