I can spend hours looking at the composition of products, counting calories, arguing with myself: "Is it worth eating this piece of bread?" And at that moment I realize that I don't live at all - I keep track of my plate 📊.

Sometimes I just want to forget about all these rules and allow myself coffee with a bun without feeling like I'm committing a crime. But there's already a voice built into my head: "You love healthy eating, you should be disciplined!" And I catch myself eating broccoli not because I want to, but because “it’s necessary” 🥦.

Maybe this is the biggest trap? We say that we take care of ourselves, but in reality we create a new cell. And I’m not sure that’s fair.

But I still love healthy eating — yes, I do. Because it teaches me to listen to myself. Sometimes I break down, sometimes I feel angry, sometimes I want to quit everything and order pizza at night 🍕. But it’s in these moments that I see my true self — tired, hungry, alive.

And somewhere between the salad and the chocolate bar, a balance is born. Not ideal, not bookish, not “Instagram-like.” But mine. And maybe it is the very right food that I dreamed of.

Nata