I Counted Carbs, Not Memories

Dinner is a plate of zucchini noodles, sauce measured by the tablespoon. I tell myself it’s indulgent—creamy, rich, almost like the real thing. I chew slowly, thinking about how many grams I have left for the day. Sometimes, I remember pizza nights with friends, the mess, the laughter, the way I never thought about what was in the crust. Now, every meal is a calculation. Every bite is a negotiation. People say these meals don’t feel like dieting. But I feel it in the way I watch others eat without thinking. I feel it in the silence after the scale flashes a number I’m supposed to celebrate. I wish I could taste food without tasting guilt. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt