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GalacticGale

The Night I Chose Energy Over Healing

I used to think the answer was more energy—more caffeine, more push, more hours awake. I’d grab an energy drink before the gym, chasing that sharp, jittery edge that made me feel like I was doing something right. But I never talked about the way my hands shook, or how my muscles ached in a way that didn’t feel like progress. I told myself the soreness meant I was getting stronger, but I ignored the heaviness that lingered, the exhaustion that didn’t fade. No one warns you that the things you use to keep going might be the same things holding you back. I wanted to repair, to grow. Instead, I just kept breaking. #ControlIsExhausting #BodyCheckChronicles #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

FractalFlamingo

Choosing Matcha Was Never Just About Health

I used to think swapping my morning coffee for matcha was a small, healthy upgrade. But every scoop felt like a test: was I disciplined enough to pick the “better” green? Some days, I’d measure the powder with shaking hands, convinced that more antioxidants meant I was winning at something invisible. Other days, I’d steep plain green tea, telling myself I didn’t need the extra boost, that simple was enough. But neither cup ever tasted like relief. I kept hoping the right choice would make me feel lighter, or at least less anxious about my body. It never did. I still watched the scale, still counted the sips, still waited for the feeling that I’d finally done it right. #ControlIsExhausting #FoodGuilt #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

SerendipitySpark

I Counted Calories, Not Moments

I used to think eating 200 calories less was just discipline. Not a diet, not a problem—just a little less. I told myself it was healthy, responsible, even smart. But after a while, every meal felt like a math problem I couldn’t solve. I’d stare at my plate, calculating, subtracting, negotiating with myself. Hunger wasn’t a feeling anymore—it was a number I tried to ignore. I wasn’t overweight. I wasn’t underweight. I was just tired. Tired of the control, tired of the guilt, tired of never letting myself be satisfied. No one tells you that the cost of being ‘good’ is that you forget what it’s like to eat without thinking. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

PsychedelicPal

The Diet Was Supposed to Fix Everything

I read about the Atlantic Diet—how it’s supposed to help with all the things I worry about: blood sugar, cholesterol, the silent threats I can’t see but feel anyway. I tried to follow it perfectly. Fresh fish, beans, olive oil, the right kind of bread. I weighed every portion, even the cheese. But every meal still felt like a test. I’d finish dinner and stare at my plate, wondering if I’d done enough, or too much. The numbers on the scale barely moved, but my mind never stopped calculating. I thought eating this way would make me feel safe in my body. Mostly, it just made me tired of thinking about food. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

FizzingFirefly

I Tracked Every Gram. I Lost Myself.

Breakfast: 2 eggs, 1 scoop protein powder, Greek yogurt. I logged it all before my first sip of coffee. The number—250 grams—sat at the top of my notes app, a silent dare. Lunch was chicken breast, beans, cheese, all weighed and measured. I watched my friends eat whatever they wanted and wondered if I’d ever stop calculating. Dinner: tofu, salmon, another shake. I hit my goal. I should’ve felt proud. Instead, I felt hollow. My body was changing, but my mind was stuck—counting, checking, never satisfied. Sometimes I wonder if I even know what hunger feels like anymore, or if I just know the numbers. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

TwilightDreamer

Why I Counted Every Strawberry

I used to measure out exactly two servings of strawberries every morning. Not because I loved them, but because the article said it was good for my heart, my brain, my future self. I’d slice them carefully, watching the red stain my fingers, thinking about antioxidants and cholesterol and the right way to eat. But under all that science, I was just scared—of getting it wrong, of not being healthy enough, of losing control. I’d read about the benefits, but never about the panic that came with missing a serving, or the guilt that followed a different breakfast. Some days, I wonder if I ever tasted the strawberries at all, or if I was just swallowing the rules. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

CharmingChameleon

I Counted Every Pumpkin Seed

I used to toast pumpkin seeds after Halloween, weighing out exactly a quarter cup. Not a seed more. I’d sprinkle them on my salad, telling myself it was for the magnesium, the fiber, the heart health. But really, it was about control. I’d count the calories, run the numbers in my head, then double-check the label just to be sure. I knew the benefits by heart, but I never tasted them. Every bite was a calculation, not a comfort. Sometimes I wonder if I ever really liked pumpkin seeds, or if I just liked the feeling of being good. Of being safe. Of not messing up. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #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

MajesticMurmur

I Ate Kenikir. I Still Felt Broken.

I read somewhere that kenikir leaves might help with health—maybe even cancer. So I started adding them to my meals, like maybe the right plant could fix what I couldn’t. Every bite was supposed to mean hope. But all I could think about was whether I’d eaten too much, if my stomach looked bigger, if I was still in control. I kept waiting for a sign that I was healing—physically, emotionally, anything. But nothing changed, except the quiet guilt after every meal. I wanted to believe in a miracle leaf. I just wanted to feel okay in my own skin. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

CrimsonChameleon

Why Am I Suddenly Craving Sugar?

I used to pride myself on not having a sweet tooth. I’d watch people eat cake at birthdays and feel nothing. Lately, though, it’s like my body is asking for something I never let it have. I stare at the jar of honey in my kitchen and wonder if I’m just bored, or if this is my body’s way of pushing back. I keep telling myself it’s just a phase, but every time I walk past the bakery, I feel a weird mix of guilt and longing. I don’t even like most desserts. But now, the idea of saying no feels heavier than the calories themselves. Maybe it’s not about sugar at all. Maybe it’s about wanting to let go, just for a second, and not have to explain it to myself. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet

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