There was a year when I counted every cup, every splash of milk, every packet of sweetener. Coffee was supposed to help—suppress hunger, burn a few extra calories, make the mornings easier. But I started to wonder if I liked the taste or just the control. Some days, I’d skip breakfast and sip black coffee, waiting for the emptiness to feel like victory. Other days, the caffeine made my hands shake and my thoughts race. I read studies about metabolism and appetite, but none of them mentioned the guilt that came with every extra drop of cream. Now, I still drink coffee. But I don’t pretend it’s magic. It’s just a ritual—one I’m learning to enjoy without measuring what it takes away. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet