I Read the Labels. I Still Ate the Guilt.

Every time I pick up something in a bright package, I hear the warnings in my head—no amount is safe, not even a single hot dog. I know the numbers, the risks, the studies. I can recite them like a prayer. But standing in the kitchen at 11 p.m., staring at the fridge light, the fear doesn’t stop me. I still eat. Sometimes it’s just a bite, sometimes more. The guilt always weighs more than the food itself. I wish I could say knowledge made me healthier. Mostly, it just made me afraid of every choice, every craving, every label. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt