When I was 20 I didn't know how to fill my belly. Some days I ate one meal, not because I was

fasting

or doing

OMAD

because those things weren't hip yet, Instead I'd find that it was late afternoon or early evening and there was no meal in sight. 

None of my friends had this problem because they fell into either of three categories. Responsible people who knew ho to cook. People who ate out for every meal. And finally those who were okay eating non-foods for every meal. 

I considered cold-cut sandwiches made with preserved bread as a non-food. I also considered waking up to a bowl of cereal in milk the same way. But I knew some people who lived off of just that, foregoing a real meal for weeks at a time.

This is the first category I tried pigeonholing myself into. If some of my friends could eat nothing but balonga sandwiches everyday why not me? But I couldn't. It wasn't even that I was pretentious, I just felt insatiably hungry and unsatisfied off of eating like what I considered the typical poor college student. Trust me if I could've done it I would've stayed here.

After that I tried taking the responsibility route, or I should say that I told myself that I would shop and cook for myself but I never did and ended up eating nothing but peanut butter and bananas for a week or two while the rest of my produce went bad. 

So after that I decided that I would eat out every meal. Only I couldn't afford that. But that's what I still did anyways. I just had to stretch one bowl of 

Chipotle

 as far as I could.