Something a little different from the blog today, in the form of a bit of writing I did about a month ago. My (slightly obsessive) relationship with food has been a problem for me for a long time by now, and I felt that it was a problem that a lot of us could resonate with. Students in particular have it quite rough – a lack of time, coupled with a lack of experience and a lack of money often results in some really poor dietary choices; choices I know I’ve made far too often.
But the same can be said of even just busy worker bees with not enough time to grab lunch before a meeting or ordering takeaway when they get home because they’re too tired to cook and do the dishes on top.
This isn’t supposed to be preach-y, it’s just supposed to make you laugh and maybe you’ll recognise some of yourself in here. I hope you enjoy the slight change of pace from my blog; regular programming will resume in the next post!
Dear Fast Food,
You are the greatest thing in my life. And the worst.
Before I started University you hardly featured in my life – now you’re like a Netflix series I just can’t stop binge watching (which is another problem altogether).
I’d heard of the ‘Freshers’ 15′ and laughed in its face – I couldn’t imagine a world where I didn’t have time to cook something up, where fatty foods were a factor in my everyday life, where my clothes stopped fitting me within a month of buying them. Oh, how I was wrong.
You were the smooth criminal that crept in between the late night essays, the 10 minute lunch breaks, the assignment deadlines – almost completely unnoticed until you’d made yourself at home in the spare room; a tenant who pays no rent and who, you fear, will never leave.
I’ve tried to kick you out, throw your bags onto the street, but you always know the right words to say to keep me coming back. Right when I need you the most, you whisper “there’s no time for other lunches!” and “you deserve this.”
You in your many forms have stolen my heart – for better or worse. To beat the habit would be beautiful, to kick the cravings to the ground and leave them on the pavement – but you have a way with me that no-one else does.
Maybe when I’m older I’ll be wiser; I’ll have a fridge full of vegetables and feel good about myself, I’ll have a cupboard full of grains to keep me company.
Maybe when I’m working 9 to 5 I’ll ignore your calls on a drunken night, I won’t come home with you in tow, I’ll leave you alone in the ever-open McDonald’s.
Maybe one day you’ll see me on the street with a salad in hand and you’ll smile, remembering the times we had together way back when. Maybe you’ll even be happy for me.
But for now I’ll keep your vouchers in my purse and your number in my ‘recent calls’, you can stay in my spare room until you find your feet with another Fresher.
Until then, my greatest love, my biggest hate, I can’t bring myself to say goodbye.
Just make sure you turn the lights out when you leave.