I Drank Banana Water to Feel in Control

I started making banana water because it felt like a small, harmless ritual—something I could control. Chop, soak, wait. I read somewhere it might help me sleep, and that sounded like a fix I could measure. But the truth is, I didn’t care about the potassium or the science. I cared about the quiet. About the way the routine distracted me from the numbers in my head—the calories, the ounces, the endless math of being enough. Some nights, I’d stand in the kitchen, watching the peels turn brown, breathing in the weird, sweet smell. I told myself it was healthy. I never admitted I was just tired of being hungry for something I couldn’t name. #ControlIsExhausting #FoodGuilt #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet