I started watching the clock like it held my worth. Ten hours to eat. Fourteen to wait. The first week felt like punishment. My stomach would growl at 9 AM, but the window didn't open until noon. I'd stare at my coffee, counting hours like a countdown to permission. Then something shifted. The constant hum of 'what should I eat next' went quiet. My mood stopped swinging with every meal decision. I wasn't less hungry—I was less anxious about being hungry. But here's what the studies don't tell you: it works until it becomes another rule. Another way to measure if you're good enough. Another box to check for control. Some days I eat in my window and feel proud. Other days I eat in my window and feel trapped. The clock doesn't care which version shows up. #EatingWindow #FoodControl #ControlIsExhausting #Health #Diet