When Healthy Isn’t Enough Anymore

Dinner is grilled chicken, broccoli, and brown rice—again. I stare at the plate, remembering when this meal used to mean control, pride, even a little hope. Now it just feels like a ritual I can’t quit, even though the scale keeps inching up. I run more miles, cut out snacks, say no to dessert. The weight stays. I check my reflection in the oven door, searching for the old version of me. She’s gone, replaced by someone I barely recognize—someone who did everything right and still lost the game. Tonight, I eat slowly, trying to convince myself this is enough. Maybe it has to be. Maybe I have to be. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #BodyCheckChronicles #Health #Diet