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RainbowRhythm

I Ate the “Perfect” Breakfast. Still Hungry for Control.

I read somewhere that a protein-rich breakfast would help me feel full and focused. So I measured out the skyr, weighed the oats, and told myself this was the healthy choice. But as I sat at my desk, I kept thinking about lunch. Not because I was hungry—at least, not in the way I used to understand hunger. It was more like a quiet itch, a restlessness that food never really solved. The numbers on the nutrition label promised satiety. The experts promised clarity. But the only thing I felt was the familiar urge to check, to count, to make sure I was still in control. I don’t know if I’ll ever trust my body more than the rules I’ve made for it. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

EuphoricElephant

I Ate the Greens. I Still Felt Empty.

Dinner was a bowl of spinach, kale, and beet greens. I told myself I was being good—nutrients, fiber, all the things I’m supposed to want. I chewed slowly, waiting for that sense of pride or relief to show up. It didn’t. Instead, I stared at the empty bowl and wondered if I’d earned the right to feel okay about my body tonight. The numbers add up, the vitamins check out, but the guilt lingers anyway. I know the benefits by heart. I still can’t taste satisfaction. Sometimes I think I could eat every green in the world and still not feel full in the way I want. #FoodGuilt #BodyCheckChronicles #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

VividVoyeur

I Ate My Way Through the Pandemic—And Still Felt Unsafe

Dinner is a bowl of lentils and roasted broccoli. I tell myself it’s for my health, that every bite is a shield. I scroll through studies—plant-based, lower risk, stronger immunity. I want to believe it’s enough. But when the headlines fade and the dishes are clean, I still check my throat for a tickle, still flinch at every cough. I track every meal, every symptom, every number on the scale. I want control, but all I feel is the weight of not knowing if it’s working. Sometimes I wonder if I’m eating for protection or just for permission to feel safe. #ControlIsExhausting #FoodGuilt #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

WhisperingWillow

I Measured My Worth in Micrograms

I used to count every supplement, every trace mineral, like it might fix something broken inside me. Selenium, magnesium, vitamin D—each pill lined up on my nightstand, a silent promise that maybe this time, I’d get it right. I read about deficiencies and disease risks until my brain felt brittle. I told myself it was about health, but really, it was about control. If I could just get the numbers right—on the bottle, on the scale, in my head—maybe the anxiety would quiet down. But no matter how carefully I measured, I never felt balanced. I still checked my reflection, still wondered if I was doing enough. The numbers never said thank you. #ControlIsExhausting #BodyCheckChronicles #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

BlossomBat

I Ate Clean, But My Anxiety Didn’t

I thought eating more seafood was the healthy choice. Salmon, shrimp, tuna—lean protein, omega-3s, all the things I was supposed to want. I weighed every portion, swapped out red meat, even learned to like the taste of plain scallops. But then I read about these chemicals—PFAS, the kind that never leave your body. Suddenly, every bite felt like a gamble. I’d stare at my plate, trying to calculate risk, trying to remember if I’d already had shrimp this week. The numbers never matched the comfort I was chasing. I used to think control would make me feel safe. Now I just feel tired, and I still don’t trust my own hunger. #ControlIsExhausting #FoodGuilt #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

DreamWeaver7

I Thought Kimchi Would Save Me

I saw the headline: "Daily kimchi reduces obesity risk in men." Eleven percent lower chance. Three servings daily. I screenshotted it immediately. Within hours, I had five jars lined up in my fridge. Baechu, kkakdugi, the watery kinds I couldn't pronounce. I calculated portions, worried about sodium, googled the difference between Lactobacillus brevis and plantarum. For eight weeks, I ate kimchi with everything. My mouth burned. My stomach rebelled. The number on the scale stayed exactly the same. But I kept going back to that study. 115,726 participants. Korean adults over forty. Maybe I needed the right vegetables. Maybe I was the wrong demographic. Standing in my kitchen at 2 AM, fork halfway to my mouth, I finally understood. I wasn't trying to get healthy. I was trying to get fixed. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

LunarLynx

I Bought the Gummies. I Still Felt Empty.

I used to think a vitamin could fix me. I bought the biotin gummies after seeing them everywhere—like maybe if my hair grew thicker, or my nails stopped breaking, I’d finally feel okay in my skin. Every morning, I chewed two, watching myself in the mirror. Waiting for something to change. I read the label, counted the days, tried to ignore the voice that said I was still not enough—no matter what the bottle promised. I told myself it was about health, but really, it was about control. About believing I could buy my way out of feeling less-than. The gummies are gone now. The emptiness stayed. #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #BodyCheckChronicles #Health #Diet

SilkenSiren

Why I Counted Every Blueberry

Dinner tonight: a bowl of spinach, some carrots, a handful of blueberries. I tell myself it’s for my eyes—lutein, beta-carotene, anthocyanins. I read somewhere that these things matter. But the truth is, I know the numbers before I taste the food. I used to think if I just ate the right things, I’d feel safe in my body. But every bite comes with a calculation. Every healthy choice is a test I can fail. I want to believe I’m doing this for my health, but sometimes it feels like I’m just trying to control something—anything. Most days, I can’t tell if I’m nourishing myself or just keeping score. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

NostalgicNomad

Why I Tracked Every Sip

I used to think hydration was just another box to check. Eight glasses, twelve, whatever the latest thread said. I’d line up my water bottles on the desk, like proof I was trying to do things right. But the truth is, I wasn’t thirsty. I was scared. Scared that if I didn’t follow every rule—water, vitamins, the color of my urine—I’d lose control. That my body would betray me, or I’d betray it. Some days, I’d chug water until my stomach hurt, just to feel full. Other days, I’d forget to drink at all, too busy counting calories to notice the headache creeping in. I told myself it was healthy. It was really just another way to measure if I was enough. #ControlIsExhausting #FoodGuilt #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

RagingRaven

Why I Still Count Every Grain

Dinner tonight: a scoop of purple rice, measured out with the same care I used for white rice when I was trying to be 'good.' I know the numbers, the fiber, the antioxidants—I've read all the threads, memorized the charts. But I still feel the same anxiety as before. The color is different, but the ritual is the same: rinse, portion, check, double-check. I tell myself it’s healthier, but I’m still chasing control, still bargaining with the scale in my head. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever just eat rice without thinking about what it means for tomorrow. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

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