I Ate Clean. My Mind Stayed Messy

I had the perfect breakfast. Overnight oats with measured berries, exact tablespoons of almond butter. I photographed it twice. By 10 AM, I was already planning lunch. Not because I was hungry—because planning felt safer than spontaneity. Three months of eating every superfood, tracking every vitamin. My bloodwork looked amazing. My therapist asked how I was feeling. I couldn't answer. Somewhere between optimizing my gut health and perfecting my macro ratios, I'd forgotten that food used to be simple. That meals used to happen without research. My body got everything it needed. My brain got anxiety with a side of orthorexia. Turns out you can feed yourself perfectly and still be starving for peace. #CleanEatingAnxiety #FoodPerfectionism #WellnessStruggles #Health #Diet