Today I realized I was a college student.
Shouldn't have been a momentous thought. I mean, I've been here a month. I've fought the BYU printers and emerged victorious. I've slept through a class. I've pursued my cooking hobby with far more zeal than was probably necessary. I've done everything a college student is really supposed to do before they become an adult. But I didn't realize that until I realized that I could eat french fries, banana bread, and chocolate cereal with chocolate milk without anyone telling me I shouldn't.
It's a heady sense of freedom, especially over such a small thing. College doesn't feel drastically different from my life at home, so I guess this is just my wake-up call, telling me that I'm on my own now, and NOBODY can keep me from things I want to eat. Which feels like a wasted wake-up call, what with there being people out there who are actually struggling, but I'm not going to complain. I'm an ad-ult now, and if I decide that that means eating cereal and fries for dinner, then no one's going to stop me.
Obviously I'm not going to do this every night. I have things like "enjoying a relatively fit body" and "staying in the dating pool" to do. Plus there's people at home who would be all sorts of disappointed if I came back fat. But a man cannot survive on sourdough and grapefruit juice alone, and seeing as that's what I've been trying to accomplish over the last month, maybe it's good that I had this little wake-up call now.
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