I used to tell myself it was just a sweet tooth. But the truth is, I kept a stash of wrappers in my desk drawer—proof I was losing a battle no one else could see. Every afternoon, I’d promise to stop after one, but the urge always won. I’d feel the rush, then the shame, then the need to hide the evidence. It wasn’t about willpower. It was about needing comfort when everything else felt out of control. The more I tried to quit, the more I thought about sugar. I hated how much space it took up in my head. Some days, I still want to believe I can just be “normal” around sweets. But I’m learning to forgive myself for needing something to hold onto—even if it’s just a piece of chocolate after a hard day. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet