I started drinking kombucha because I heard it could help with blood sugar. I told myself it was about health, but really, it was about control. Every bottle felt like a small promise that maybe I could undo the damage of every meal before it. I’d stand in the kitchen, swirling the cloudy drink, hoping for some kind of reset. The label said “probiotic,” but what I wanted was forgiveness. I watched the numbers on my glucometer, waiting for proof that I was doing something right. Sometimes, the numbers dropped. Sometimes, they didn’t. Either way, I still felt the same—tired, anxious, and always a little bit hungry for certainty. Kombucha didn’t fix me. It just gave me something else to measure. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet