The Protein Bar Phase

We used to eat food that smelled like love.
Now it’s zero sugar, twenty grams of control.
We track. We weigh.
We’re “on track” — but something aches.
Not in the body. In the soul.

We miss the mess.
The grease. The warmth.
The love, not the macros.

And deep down,
we’re still that hungry kid asking,
“What’s for dinner?”