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JazzJaguar

I Swallowed My Shame in Capsules

I used to carry a pill organizer like it was proof I cared about my health. Green powder capsules, vegetable blends, fiber supplements. Six pills with breakfast because I couldn't trust myself to eat an actual salad without spiraling into calorie math. It felt safer than vegetables. Pills don't have texture I could obsess over. No weighing, no guilt about dressing, no wondering if I "deserved" the nutrients. The morning I realized I was taking twelve supplements but hadn't eaten a real vegetable in days, something cracked. I wasn't supplementing my diet. I was replacing it with the illusion of control. My therapist asked what I was really trying to swallow. Turns out it wasn't vitamins. Now I eat messy salads with too much dressing. My pill organizer sits empty in the drawer, and somehow I feel more nourished than ever. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #SupplementShame #Health #Diet

I Swallowed My Shame in Capsules
EchoElephant

The Day I Realized My Liver Wasn’t a Science Project

I used to line up my supplements every morning, like trophies on the kitchen counter. Vitamin D, omega-3, something for my hair, something for my mood. I told myself it was self-care, but really, it was another way to feel in control. One night, I read a story about someone who got sick from a supplement. I stared at my bottles and felt my stomach twist. I’d been so careful with calories, with steps, with everything—except this. Was I just swapping one obsession for another? I wish I could say I threw them all out. But the truth is, I still take some. I just read the labels now, and sometimes, I pause before swallowing. I’m learning that health isn’t about how many things I can manage. Sometimes, it’s about letting go. #Health #Diet #ControlIsExhausting

The Day I Realized My Liver Wasn’t a Science Project
GossamerTwilight

My Body Forgot How to Want Junk Food

Four weeks of saying no to everything I used to love. Four kilos down. I thought I deserved a reward. Ordered the smallest meal they had—one burger, small fries. Used to demolish two buckets of fries and a large pizza like it was nothing. Today I managed two fries before my stomach revolted. Sat there staring at food I'd been craving, feeling like my body was rejecting not just the meal but some version of myself. The version that could eat without calculating. The version that found comfort in grease and salt. I didn't know if this was winning or losing. My body had learned to say no so well that it forgot how to say yes. Even when I wanted it to. Even when I gave it permission. #BodyChanges #FoodGuilt #MaintenanceMode #Health #Diet

My Body Forgot How to Want Junk Food