Food, Glorious Food

I don't think there is going to be any fear of my gaining the freshman 15.

Because, really, there is so much more motivation not to be gluttonous when you know you have to pay for it, not just in guilt anymore, more in my hard-earned cash.
And also:
Three mornings a week, I have a psych class at 7.45 in the Ricks Building. For those of you that don't know, the Ricks Building is on the farthest possible side of campus (next to the Temple). And it's all uphill (hence, the temple). And I am carrying a *massive backpack all the way there that restricts my lung capacity quite a bit. And, let me tell you, I am not the only one breathing a little heavier by the time I sit down in class.

*I'm not sure why my backpack is so much larger than everyone else's. I certainly don't feel that I am carrying around an excessive amount of stuff, but I see so many other students with itty bitty book bags and purses as they walk to and from class. Eventually I had to loosen the backpack straps which hurt my back more, but at least it stopped the tingling in my arm from the loss of blood circulation. (Seriously, it was heavy.)

Speaking of food and such:
I made myself pasta last night. Between classes, I put some chicken and carrots in the crock pot, boiled pasta when I got home, mixed it all together with ranch dressing, and ate it. It was fantastic. I mean, certainly not the best thing I've ever eaten, but a little more gourmet than the Ramen Noodles stocked in everyone's cupboards. So, I'm feeling alright about myself.
And, dang-nab-it, it's kind of enjoyable to cook what I want when I want it.

I know, I know, I'll be changing my tune once the novelty has worn off, but let me revel in it for now, alright?



(On a side note, I'm going for a musical quote theme for my post titles. The first is from Mary Poppins, in case it wasn't immediately recognizable.)