I Tracked Every Gram of Fiber. I Still Felt Afraid.

Every meal is a calculation. Oats, lentils, chickpeas—measured out, logged, and justified. I know the numbers: 25 grams, 30 grams, 38 grams. I know what they’re supposed to protect me from. But when I look at my plate, I don’t see prevention. I see another test I might fail. I see the quiet panic of getting it wrong—too much, too little, not enough variety. The fear that my body is a problem to solve, not a place to live. Some days, I want to eat like I’m not afraid of the future. Most days, I eat like I’m bargaining with it. The fiber is supposed to help. But the anxiety is what I keep digesting. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt