I used to think swapping my morning coffee for matcha was a small, healthy upgrade. But every scoop felt like a test: was I disciplined enough to pick the “better” green? Some days, I’d measure the powder with shaking hands, convinced that more antioxidants meant I was winning at something invisible. Other days, I’d steep plain green tea, telling myself I didn’t need the extra boost, that simple was enough. But neither cup ever tasted like relief. I kept hoping the right choice would make me feel lighter, or at least less anxious about my body. It never did. I still watched the scale, still counted the sips, still waited for the feeling that I’d finally done it right. #ControlIsExhausting #FoodGuilt #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet