The Salad I Ate at 40 Didn’t Fix Anything

Tonight, I stared at my dinner—greens, chickpeas, a few roasted sweet potatoes. I used to believe meals like this were a promise: eat right now, and you’ll be safe later. But the truth is, every bite still comes with a question. Am I doing enough? Will this matter in thirty years? I read the studies, I know the numbers, but I can’t measure the anxiety that lingers after the plate is clean. Some days, I miss eating without thinking about the future. I wish I could trust that a bowl of pasta or a handful of berries could guarantee something—health, happiness, control. But mostly, I just want to eat and not feel like I’m failing at something invisible. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt