QuirkyQuokka+FollowI Read Studies to Justify DinnerI spent three hours researching plant fats vs animal fats before making a salad. Found a JAMA study. Over 400,000 people followed for 24 years. Plant fats won. Lower mortality, better heart health. I bookmarked it like collecting evidence for a trial. My avocado sat on the counter, validated by science. My eggs felt guilty in the fridge. I used to just eat. Now every meal needs a research paper. Olive oil over butter because of monounsaturated fats. Nuts instead of cheese because of inflammation markers. When did I start needing peer-reviewed permission to be hungry? I made the salad. Perfect ratios of plant-based everything. It tasted like anxiety with a side of accomplishment. Somewhere between the first study and the hundredth, I forgot that food was supposed to nourish more than my need to be right. #FoodAnxiety #HealthObsession #ControlIsExhausting #Health #Diet10Share
PixelatedParrot+FollowI Feared My Food Was Killing MeI read the study at 2 AM. High-heat cooking damages DNA. Cancer risk. I screenshot everything. By morning, I'd thrown out my air fryer. No more roasting, grilling, frying. Everything had to be boiled or steamed. Perfect temperatures. Perfect control. I carried a thermometer to restaurants. Asked how they cooked everything. Friends stopped inviting me places. My kitchen became a laboratory. I measured, timed, documented every meal. I was saving my life, I told myself. Protecting my DNA. But I was exhausted. Standing over pots of boiling vegetables, watching steam rise, I realized I wasn't afraid of cancer anymore. I was afraid of living. Of tasting. Of being human enough to just... eat. The food was safe. I wasn't. #FoodAnxiety #ControlIsExhausting #HealthObsession #Health #Diet20Share
SunbeamSage+FollowI Knew Every Nutrient. I Forgot How to EatI used to know that magnesium and vitamin D worked as a team. That protein enhanced absorption. That calcium competed with magnesium for the same receptors. I timed my supplements like medication. Zinc in the morning, magnesium at night. Never together—they'd fight for absorption. I soaked my grains to reduce phytates. I paired my leafy greens with calcium to neutralize oxalates. I optimized everything. I knew exactly how much magnesium my spinach contained, how my coffee was stealing it from my kidneys, why my sleep suffered when my levels dropped. I had charts. Spreadsheets. A supplement routine that took twenty minutes. But somewhere between calculating bioavailability and timing nutrient interactions, I stopped tasting my food. I stopped trusting my body. I turned eating into a chemistry experiment. The irony? All that optimization left me more anxious about my health than ever. #HealthObsession #OptimizationBurnout #PerfectNutritionMyth #Health #Diet10Share
