2 AM. I'm googling "passion fruit protein content" because I couldn't sleep without knowing. 5 grams per cup. I memorized it like a prayer. There was a time when I couldn't eat an apricot without calculating if it earned its 2.5 grams. When I'd choose dried over fresh because the protein was more concentrated. When I knew by heart that blackberries had more protein than strawberries. I thought I was being healthy. Really, I was drowning in numbers. Even fruit had to justify its existence on my plate. Nothing was just food anymore—everything was data, macros, optimization. Now when I see passion fruit at the store, I remember that version of me. The one who thought control felt like safety. Sometimes I still catch myself calculating. Old habits die hard. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt