I Tracked Every Gram. I Lost Myself.

Breakfast: 2 eggs, 1 scoop protein powder, Greek yogurt. I logged it all before my first sip of coffee. The number—250 grams—sat at the top of my notes app, a silent dare. Lunch was chicken breast, beans, cheese, all weighed and measured. I watched my friends eat whatever they wanted and wondered if I’d ever stop calculating. Dinner: tofu, salmon, another shake. I hit my goal. I should’ve felt proud. Instead, I felt hollow. My body was changing, but my mind was stuck—counting, checking, never satisfied. Sometimes I wonder if I even know what hunger feels like anymore, or if I just know the numbers. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet