A friend of mine once said “Fuck the freshman 15, it’s the senior 15”; truer words have never been spoken. When you first arrive at college you’re nervous, jittery and lost. Which equals, not a lot of eating, a lot of drinking on an empty stomach and a lot of walking around. All this adds up to weight loss. Let’s fast forward three years, you’re legal, yes liquid calories is a real thing, probably have an apartment (or car) and every fast food place within a 10-mile radius on speed dial. You know where you’re going, you know what you’re doing and you’re comfortable. Gone are the days of trying to dress up for a night out, and putting on 4-inch heels to teeter around in a spandex dress, now you’re lucky if you make it out of your apartment after a hardy buffalo chicken wrap.
And yes, you might know where the gym is, but I’ll be dammed if you pass by the 7-eleven on the way home and don’t stop to get a slushy.