I’m what I’ve named “a routine eater.” Same 5 go-to meals. And I love it. Ask me how many times I’ve had an egg white omelet this week and I’ll shamelessly admit every day. Not a morning missed. It’s like the day’s not complete without it.
College has a strange eating culture. There’s pressure to be down for late night bites but also to avoid a food baby in case the next day calls for that little black envelope skirt. And I’m not going to lie, this constantly poses a problem to my meal planning.
My commitment to healthy eating stems from the way these foods make me feel. Full but not too full. Healthy but not unsatisfying. I make sure to balance protein, veggies, and fruit with the good stuff (peace, love, carbs). And when you get as hangry as I do, you learn to take every precaution to avoid the starving diva inside. Because when she comes out things get ugly and your friends start forcing Halo Top down your throat.
There’s a stigma around discussing healthy eating because some people consider it dieting. Or worse, they take it as a jab at their own eating habits. But to put it simply, every meal should bring you joy. Some people want to eat pizza for dinner, I want to eat quinoa. Weird, yes. Harmful or worth the judgment, definitely not.
At the same time, the way I eat is an insecurity of mine. No matter how many avo-toast loving friends compliment or try to copy it, I’ll always be a little embarrassed that I’m going to choose Skinny Pop and hummus over a bowl of mac and cheese.
But I guess this is where new experiences come into play- forcing myself into situations where I have to broaden my in-the-kitchen horizons. I’ve recently found shrimp, cucumbers, and pho and I can’t remember a life without them now.
So catch me munching on the regulars, trying new eats, and slowly expanding what’s on the table. Forks and knives ready.
Stuck in my head: Between the Bars // Elliott Smith
Snap it: Breakfast Time
P.S. If I ever offer to make you dinner, it’s probably going to be eggs. #sorrynotsorry