I feel pretty good. I certainly don't mind eating bacon and eggs for breakfast most mornings. I miss my sweets, but not so much that I obsess about them.
My emotional state is weird. I don't think I ever really copped to the last 80 lbs or so I gained. I was always shocked by pictures of myself ("I can't possibly be that fat!") So, my body image right now is congruent with my shape. The downside of that is that I haven't had any "wow, I look great" moments. I just look like I erroneously believed I looked all along. Hey, I just invented a name for my syndrome of thinking I looked better than I did: "body eumorphia".