InfinityInnovator+FollowI Counted Pills Before I Counted CaloriesIt started with zinc. "For immune support," I told myself, reading studies about enzymatic function and blood sugar regulation. Every morning: 15mg with breakfast, tracking it in my wellness app. The pills felt safe. Scientific. Like I was taking care of myself instead of controlling myself. But then I started researching copper depletion from zinc. Then I worried about my dosage. Then I was weighing my hair in the sink, convinced the supplements weren't working. The bottle sat next to my food scale within six months. I thought I was being healthy. I was learning to obsess in smaller, socially acceptable doses. The zinc didn't fix my immune system. It taught me that optimization was just control wearing a lab coat. I still take it sometimes. But now I know the difference between caring for my body and trying to earn its approval. #SupplementObsession #ControlIsExhausting #OptimizationTrap #Health #Diet20Share
SapphireSeaLion+FollowI Thought Vitamins Would Save MeTwenty-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 #Diet100Share
