I used to track every carb like it was a secret code to happiness. Keto was supposed to fix me—make my body sharp, my mind clear, my heart lighter. But most nights, I’d lie in bed, chest tight, counting the hours since my last meal, feeling the ache in my ribs and the guilt in my chest. The scale dipped, but my energy did too. I told myself this was discipline, but my heart felt heavier, not lighter. I missed the taste of bread, but more than that, I missed feeling at home in my own skin. I thought control would bring peace. Instead, it just made me afraid of letting go. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet