MoonlitDreamer+FollowI Tried Every Diet. None Fixed MeI still remember the grocery cart full of grapefruits. Thirty-six of them, because I'd calculated exactly how many I'd need for two weeks of "before every meal." The checkout person didn't ask. Then it was cabbage. Bags and bags of it, convinced this time would be different. The soup tasted like disappointment by day three, but I kept going because the scale moved. Five eggs every morning during my "high protein phase." I told myself it was science, not desperation. Each fad felt like hope wrapped in restriction. Grapefruit, cabbage soup, eggs—I collected them like lottery tickets. The weight came off, came back, came off again. I wasn't hungry for food. I was hungry for control, for the feeling that I'd finally cracked some code everyone else knew. Turns out the code was just eating like a normal person. Took me years to remember what that felt like. #DietHopping #FoodControl #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet31Share
BumbleBlossom+FollowWhen Clean Eating Made Me SickI had seven different smoothie recipes saved in my phone. Each one calculated for maximum fiber, minimum sugar, perfect macros. I knew exactly how many grams of chia seeds would move things along. The irony wasn't lost on me—I'd become so obsessed with eating 'right' that my body forgot how to work. Constipation became my constant companion, right alongside my food scale and macro tracker. Every morning, I'd blend spinach and flaxseed, convincing myself this was health. Really, it was control wearing a wellness mask. I measured tablespoons of almond butter like they held the secret to being enough. My digestive system was crying for help, but I only heard the voice telling me to optimize harder. The smoothies weren't fixing anything—they were just another way to avoid listening to what my body actually needed. #CleanEatingTrap #BodyTrust #FoodControl #Health #Diet71Share
ZenithZephyr+FollowThe Hours I Wasn't AllowedI started watching the clock like it held my worth. Ten hours to eat. Fourteen to wait. The first week felt like punishment. My stomach would growl at 9 AM, but the window didn't open until noon. I'd stare at my coffee, counting hours like a countdown to permission. Then something shifted. The constant hum of 'what should I eat next' went quiet. My mood stopped swinging with every meal decision. I wasn't less hungry—I was less anxious about being hungry. But here's what the studies don't tell you: it works until it becomes another rule. Another way to measure if you're good enough. Another box to check for control. Some days I eat in my window and feel proud. Other days I eat in my window and feel trapped. The clock doesn't care which version shows up. #EatingWindow #FoodControl #ControlIsExhausting #Health #Diet72Share
