How I Learned To Eat Healthy In College — I Didn't

How I Learned To Eat Healthy In College — I Didn't

Stop trying to eat healthily and instead just go to the gym — that’s where you’ll meet the cute boys anyway.

Gaining the freshman 15 in college is inevitable. When you eat at dining halls or your sorority house every day you're going to choose the option to eat pizza, pasta and fried chicken instead of the healthy salad. Let’s be real here, no one actually loves salad and if you do, you're crazy. Sure, it’s fine when you have fatty dressing but surprise you’re eating leaves. We’re not animals, we aren’t made to eat leaves for every meal. So, surprise again, when you're given freedom, you’re going to choose the option that tastes better. You'll give yourself a cheat day, but then every day becomes a cheat day. Just one cookie becomes five cookies and then one taco becomes five tacos.

What I'm trying to say is it can't be avoided unless you have the best self-disciple (and if you do please teach me). Also if you're someone who wants a true college experience, you're most likely going out, and drinking on school nights, and then... dun dun DUN... the dreaded drunk eating. Luckily, Domino's is open till like 4 AM to help all your cravings, but also unlucky because that 2000 calorie pizza is going straight to your thighs. I even had a friend block Domino's, so maybe that can help you.

Basically, if you do want to eat healthily you're going to spend all your money on chicken and vegetables. Sorry, but that’s a waste because we're in college and your money should be used solely for alcohol, bar covers, and drunk eating.

Stop trying to eat healthily and instead just go to the gym — that’s where you’ll meet the cute boys anyway. If you're lazy like me though and don't want to leave Netflix then at least do some workouts, even if they're in your bed, because then you feel a little bit of accomplishment. If you do 15 jumping jacks then you deserve an extra cookie, and if you do 5 push-ups then you deserve McDonald’s fries, and if you go all out and run around your apartment for 5 minutes then you deserve to go out and order a pizza at 2 a.m.

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A New View Can Mean Better Work

Change can be so good.

Sometimes you have to have a new perspective in order to do something.

This happens to me all the time when it comes to schoolwork and writing. It is hard for me sometimes because I am an all-online student. This means that I do not go to a classroom. I sit in my spare bedroom, which I call my office. I sit at the same desk every day. The only perk is no one takes my "unassigned assigned" seat. But it can also get a little boring at times.

It is hard sometimes to have perspective on things or be able to be creative when you are sitting in the same place every day to do school. Change can be such a good thing.

My place to find a new perspective and get my creativity back is the local Starbucks. Usually, in the afternoons, it is pretty quiet and chill. This means I can come to get coffee, read my schoolwork, and study. Unlike my office, it is a totally new different view, even if I sit in the same three spots. Sometimes I get some conversation, other times, no one talks to me. I’m okay with either.

My mom was the one who actually gave me the idea to go out since I was getting tired of sitting at home, and when it got cold, I couldn't sit poolside. I’m glad she said something, and I am even more glad that I listened to her.

I do not have the chances to go to places that most students would go. I do not have a school library that I can sit in the back corner and just hammer down on work. I do not have empty classrooms either. So, this means I have to get creative sometimes. I have tried to go to different food places but sometimes I cannot even hear myself think.

So, whenever I want or need to go out, I always find myself in the middle of Kansas State’s campus at the Starbucks. I usually tend to have something Ohio University on so I get some interesting looks. I once had a girl ask me if I realized I was in Kansas not Ohio. Of course, that is a major flip from the Wizard of Oz questions I normally get. Sometimes I cannot hold my sarcasm, but most times I give them the friendly reminder that Fort Riley is right up the road and that is why I’m no longer in Ohio.

Either way, most of my credit for my articles and most of my school work goes to Starbucks and their always fast WiFi. While this does not help my coffee addiction at all, it gives me some great work. So here is to another semester spent at Starbucks, and my coffee budget being fully reinstated!

And a huge sorry to my husband, I’m gonna be smelling like coffee at least once a week, I love you!

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Being An Empath Is Not Always Fun And Games

Really, it's exhausting most of the time.

Being an empath is something that I pride myself in. In case you the reader does not know, an empath is basically someone who is able to read and understand people just by watching their actions. We absorb these emotions, with our own moods becoming sour after conversing with someone who has had a bad day or becoming equally excited as your best friend after finding out that they got the job that they applied for. Being an empath is something that I truly appreciate about myself, as it helps me understand people and their situations without getting extremely nosy, and I can also come up with better ways to help others.

Sometimes though, being an empath is not all it is cracked up to be.

Have you ever had a best friend come crying to you, but cannot help them in any way? I have several friends who I cannot stand to see cry. Even the slightest tear has me crying right along with them, and I want to do anything I can to help them out and help them feel happy again. However, have you ever been in the situation where you cannot help your friend in any way? This happens to me especially with my friends back home while I am at school. There is nothing I can do but sit with them and feel the same sadness that they are feeling, even when I don’t have any reason to feel this way.

I get so invested in the feelings others that sometimes, I tend to get my emotions confused with the emotions of others. For example, a friend could be over in my room venting to me about some professor they are mad at, and then they will leave. Hours later, I will feel a surge of frustration from this situation, but I will be confused about why I feel this way. Later I will figure out it is leftover frustration from my friend's situation, but the unknown frustration is puzzling and confusing for however long it lasts.

It’s frustrating to just feel the emotions of others around you, and not to have any tangible cause for said feelings.

Have you ever gotten the sense when someone doesn’t like you, but can’t say anything to them about it because they don’t know that you know? This situation is honestly the worst. They may not deliberately be mean to your face; they take the passive route or are just really fake nice to you. You sense the disgust on their breath as they try to make small talk with you, and you know by the way they stare you down that honestly would rather be talking to a brick wall than you. You start to get this creepy-crawly feeling in your belly, and you start searching for a way out, but there is no escape. You yourself are stuck talking to this person because you read into emotions too much, and you can’t let this secret get out.

And you know what else is bad about that? After any of these sorts of interactions, I end up feeling more down on myself than I ever planned on being. Sure, these people have their rightful reasons for acting this way, but I shouldn’t have to feel so awful after they were trying their hardest to be nice to me. They are trying their hardest to put their differences aside and have a pleasant conversation with me, but all I can do is see past their small-talk and understand really how they feel.

As I have said before, I would not want to change who I am in hopes of feeling less of the negative energy of others. As much as it feels as if I am carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders sometimes, my empathetic side of myself is what propels my random acts of kindness and resilience, and that is something that I could not bear to part with.

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