Why I Ate Chips in the Parking Lot

I used to tell myself I just liked the taste. But there’s a moment—always alone, always in the car—where I’m halfway through a bag of chips, and it’s not about hunger. It’s about quieting something that won’t shut up inside me. I know the research. I know what ultra-processed means. But the guilt hits before the salt does. I promise myself it’s the last time, but I’m already thinking about the next. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else stands in the grocery aisle, holding the bag, feeling like it’s not just food but a test they keep failing. I wish I could explain how it feels to want to stop and not be able to. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet