Dinner was tempeh again. I weighed it, logged it, stared at the numbers. Supposed to be proud—high protein, fermented, all those things the articles say are good for you. But I didn’t taste any of it. I kept thinking about tofu, how I used to eat it without checking the label, before I learned how to count everything. Now, even the “healthy” choices feel like a test I can fail. I wish I could just eat. Not calculate, not compare, not wonder if I picked the better option. But every meal is a decision, and every decision is proof I’m still trying to be in control. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt