These days, just picking up a plate of poha also feels like a criminal act. Someone somewhere is ready to tell you: "Too much carb, not enough protein, where's the fiber?" Honestly, if we believed every single thing nutritionist say, we'd be chewing air and still feeling guilty about it.
Why are we even eating - to just survive? What happened to living well? And beyond that; what about simply enjoying our food? Last time we checked, food wasn’t medicine. It’s pleasure. Culture. Celebration. We eat 3–4 times a day and should every meal feel like sitting for an exam which we are sure to fail ? But somehow, the narrative has been hijacked and food = fear. Taste = sin. Fullness = failure. And no one's questioning who’s benefiting from this guilt industry, may be the supplement sellers? The diet app pushers? The no-carb cults?
A life where every bite comes with guilt is not a healthy life. It's just an anxious one, pretending to be fit.
