Definitely! At least that’s been my experience, and I just had this conversation with two lunch companions yesterday - none of us can comfortably eat half of what we could in our 20s and 30s. I think it’s fine, personally - helps one avoid “middle age spread.”
Colour me envious that you can consume 8oz of ribeye!
I have always had the metabolism of a squirrel, and am also not very big. So I’ve never been able to measure up to others in the eating department. Maybe I don’t eat so much, but I eat often through out the day.
I have, on occasion, usually when pressed by others to, “have some more!”, eaten myself into a forced nap, as it were!
As I’ve gotten older, as you’ve noticed, the amount I can eat, in one sitting, has shrunk further. After a lifetime of being told I eat like a bird, I can only imagine what I’m in for now! Yikes!
My eating has been on a steady decline since about 25, up until about 40 I was still considered a big eater. At 65 now 4 oz of meat is plenty for me. A fist size serving of pasta and vegis I call it good.
I was not aware of this, and I’m not looking forward to it. In my 20s and 30s (still in my 30s) if I really want to I can eat one large meal a day and have that make up the bulk of my calories. The idea of getting full fast sucks. It’ll make all you can eat buffets seem not worth the cost.
I eat only a fraction of what I used to, and I am sure it’s only going to get worse. I remember older people having to be told to eat, and that amazed me. I also remember my mother telling me not tp eat a late afternoon snack because it would ruin my dinner, and I would just laugh.
Well, now if I feel hungry at three, I won’t eat anything because even a piece of fruit or a piece of toast will make me too full to eat dinner. And I no longer eat at the Chinese buffet, but instead order off the menu because I don’t want to pay $12 or whatever it is for a couple of shrimp, a small scoop of rice and a couple pieces of beef and broccoli when I can order a $6 small steamed chicken and broccoli and take half of it home for lunch.
I’m 68, and I definitely eat less than I used to. Just the other day, I went to our local Chinese buffet (which is under new management, and is truly wonderful now). I usually eat two platefuls, plus a third for desserts. This time, around the middle of the second plateful, I started feeling full. I didn’t believe it, so I continued eating. Then I started getting hiccups, a sure sign that I had eaten enough. I had to leave food on my plate, which I NEVER do. And no dessert.
Of course, this doesn’t mean I’m losing weight, because I burn fewer calories now.
I’m nearish there. I can throw down on food if need be, but I will go into an immediate and sometimes-painful food coma. When I was a kidlet, you could place a trough of food in front of me and I’d devour it (trough included if properly seasoned), but these days it doesn’t take much to sate me. This comic about sums it up.
In college I could eat an entire medium pizza by myself. I would go back for seconds on Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Now I can’t eat an entire bowl of Campbell’s Tomato soup. You know, the cheapo ones that require you to add a can of water.
Every now and then, though, my stomach says, “hey, let’s get some food down here!” and I go eat something completely unhealthy and too much of it. But I can still only eat one slice of pizza. Two if I try.