The Snack That Was Supposed to Fix Everything

It’s 11:23 pm. I’m standing in front of the fridge, spoon in hand, staring at a tub of cottage cheese. They say it’s good for you—slow protein, muscle repair, all that. I scoop it out, trying to convince myself this is a choice, not a ritual I can’t break. I used to count out almonds, lining them up like tiny trophies. Now I just eat them in the dark, hoping they’ll make me feel less empty, or at least less guilty. The scale hasn’t moved in weeks, but my thoughts still do laps around every bite. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever eat without a reason, or if food will always feel like a test I’m failing. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt