Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.
Day 15’s Topic: Hunger.
I’ll be honest. I never really had to experience that feeling of being a “starving college student” when I was back in school. I always had food to eat in some shape or form.
My freshman and sophomore years entailed daily meals at the dining centers on campus. My junior and senior years involved living in an apartment, but there was always something to nibble on in the fridge between my two roommates and I. Heck, I’ll toss out there that I ate out at local restaurants and food court places way too much in my last two years of school. I wish I taught myself how to cook a lot sooner back in those days. My wallet would have surely thanked me.
Basically, I never had to worry about situations where I would have to eat ramen as a one-time meal for the entire 24 hours. There weren’t nights where I had to go to bed with my tummy growling or anything like that.
Well, fast-forward to present day, and I guess it’s karma catching up to me. Never in my life have I felt this kind of hunger before. It’s one of those things you take for granted … eating those three (or more!) square meals a day.
Meats, vegetables, some kind of starch, a fun side like macaroni and cheese and (gasp*) maybe even a dessert to end the lunch/dinner on an exciting note!
Instead, there have been lots of days where perhaps I just eat cereal three separate times to tide me over, and I can’t emphasize enough how cereal is not filling enough to act as a meal substitute! But hey … I sometimes get to munch on some snacks like potato chips on a good day. They’re cheap.
Sigh, I guess I really did take my college years for granted in the food department. Besides letting my physical health slip into questionable status from all the junk food I was scarfing down in school, I just never really thought about being hungry. Truth be told, I didn’t need to.
It’s not like I was rich or anything. I worked a lot as a college student, so I always had a few extra bucks to spare for random visits to local eating places on campus. Needless to say, I took my share of trips toward the food court on a very frequent basis.
If I could go back in time, I would have told myself to stop doing that and actually learn how to cook properly. I would have saved a mini-fortune cranking out my own food at home, I could have actually learned more culinary stuff at a time I was too afraid to cut a slice of lemon (yeah, I was quite the culinary scrub back then!), therefore putting me further ahead in my cooking skills.
Nowadays, I can prepare my own dishes if I have the actual equipment. However, at the moment, I don’t have much food to eat throughout the week, and I also lack the proper stuff to make the kind of food that’s fun for me to fix as meals.
Regardless, I just tell myself I am just going through a phase, an inconvenient trial in life, until I can eat a bit more than sugary oats with milk over and over, day in and day out. It gets old fast. Let me tell you …
“Get good. Be better.” – Nhan Fiction