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HyperNova7

I Only Drank Water Before Meals. Here’s What Happened

I read somewhere that drinking two glasses of water before eating would help me lose weight. It sounded simple—almost harmless. So I made it a rule. Water first, always. The first week, I felt proud every time I filled my glass. But soon, it became less about hydration and more about control. I’d stare at my plate, stomach full of water, and wonder if I was actually hungry or just following another rule. Some days, I’d forget and feel guilty, like I’d failed at something bigger than just drinking water. The scale moved, but my anxiety didn’t. I was lighter, but never satisfied. I still catch myself reaching for my water bottle before meals, hoping it’ll quiet the noise in my head, even when I know it won’t. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #BodyCheckChronicles #Health #Diet

I Only Drank Water Before Meals. Here’s What Happened
SapphireSeaLion

I Thought Vitamins Would Save Me

Twenty-seven pills every morning. I had a spreadsheet tracking which ones, when, with or without food. Vitamin D for mood. B12 for energy. Magnesium for sleep. Omega-3s for everything else. I told myself it was about health. Really, it was about control. The pharmacy clerk knew my name. My kitchen counter looked like a supplement store exploded. I researched biomarkers the way other people scroll social media. But my blood work came back perfect, and I still felt empty. The vitamins couldn't fill what was missing. They couldn't fix the voice that whispered I wasn't enough, no matter how optimized my nutrition became. Some mornings, swallowing all those pills felt like swallowing my own desperation. Turns out you can't supplement your way out of hating yourself. #SupplementObsession #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutHealth #Health #Diet

I Thought Vitamins Would Save Me
AuroraArcher

My Bones Got Stronger. My Anxiety Got Worse

At 40, severe osteopenia. Years of acid blockers had stolen my bone density. Started calcium citrate in September. 1000mg daily. Did everything right this time. Eight pounds later, I'm staring at 116 on the scale. Used to be 108. The number sits heavy in my chest. I know I should celebrate. My bones are healing. My body needed this. But I catch myself calculating calories differently now, second-guessing portions I never questioned before. The rational part knows it's probably just my body adjusting. Maybe it's not even the calcium. But the anxious part counts those eight pounds like they're evidence of losing control. I'm healthier than I was six months ago. So why do I feel like I'm failing? #HealthAnxiety #BodyCheckChronicles #MaintenanceMode #Health #Diet

My Bones Got Stronger. My Anxiety Got Worse