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