I Counted Every Macro, But Lost Myself

Dinner used to be math. I’d stare at my plate, calculating grams of fat, carbs, protein—wondering if I’d gone too far, or not far enough. I called it discipline. But it was really fear: of gaining, of losing control, of being seen as someone who didn’t try hard enough. I thought extremes meant I cared. Low-carb weeks, fat-free months, every new headline a new rule. My body changed, but my mind just got louder. I’d wince at the scale, then punish myself with another restriction. Now, I don’t remember the last meal I ate without checking if it was “balanced.” I wish I could trust my hunger more than the numbers. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet