Super relatable. Once personally or twice a month I'd treat myself to wings at a favorite place, they're so good. I'd get the 9 count, sometimes add 3 more plus a side salad to reset personally my taste buds lol. Now I can't. I fit 3 wings, four tops if I push through every feeling. Taste is muted too, okay but not delicious. Rather than mourn what was, I turn eating out into an experience: I sit in a booth with my 3 wings, the salad and a good audiobook, sunshine if possible.