when did food get so freakin' complicated?

At some point, food went from “yum, that tastes good” to “am I allowed to eat this without hating myself after?”

Seriously—when did that happen?

When did pizza become a “cheat”? When did a cookie require moral justification and a 6-mile run?

We’ve been spoon-fed the idea that food is either “good” or “bad”—and by extension, we are either good or bad depending on what we put in our mouths. And yeah... that’s messed up.

This black-and-white way of thinking didn’t just show up one day with your almond milk latte. It’s been building—thanks to diet culture, toxic wellness trends, clickbait headlines, and a billion-dollar industry that profits off your food guilt.

And I’ve lived it.
I’ve labeled food, obsessed over it, felt proud of eating “clean” and ashamed when I didn’t.
It’s exhausting. It’s joy-sucking.

And spoiler: it doesn't make you healthier. It just makes you neurotic around bagels.

Let’s get something straight:
Food is not a test of character.
Your body isn’t a spreadsheet.
And eating a slice of pizza doesn’t mean you need to “make up for it” with a sad salad or an extra workout.

Yes, nutrition matters. But context matters more. Balance, variety, and listening to your body? That’s the vibe.
Not spiraling into a guilt hole because you had toast and a latte in the same day.

It’s time to stop assigning virtue to vegetables and sin to snacks.
Let your body guide you. Let food be food. And let’s burn the damn food rulebook while we’re at it.