I rarely have cravings now. They seem to have worn off. They did my head in post-op though. The best thing that kept me going was the thought of being sick or dumping. If I fancy something, I have it, albeit in muchly reduced portion sizes! Unless it's like major sugar city when I know the after-effects will just not be worth it for that one moment of yumminess. I wondered if my slight indulgencies might be the start of the slippery slope, but I've surprised myself. Think that may be the control freak in me working in my favour for once!