I gained thirty pounds (thirteen and a half kilos) during the first semester of my freshman year of college.
Yeah, I did that.
My transition from high school to college was more than an opportunity to move out of my parents' house and into a dorm—it was also the first time in my life that I had full control over my calendar.
I shifted from scheduling my entire life inside a paper planner to using what I believed was the future of personal tech, a Palm Pilot. Remember those?
I shifted from following a preset schedule to creating my own. I had real power over my life for the first time, and I had no idea what to do with it.
My first inclination was to schedule my classes, book a few sessions at the university's gym, and leave plenty of open space for social time.
So far, so good.
Then, on the very first day of class, I popped by the cafeteria for a quick bite. I was surprised at the enormous selection of food, so I ate a full breakfast, went to class, and returned a few hours later for lunch.
What I saw next surprised me even more.
Some of the same people I saw at breakfast were still in the cafeteria. They had never left. They were still eating ….
Then it hit me: my new cafeteria allowed you to eat as much as you wanted for every meal. There was no limit if you stayed.
That was it. I was hooked. I began eating gargantuan‐sized meals. I ate whatever I could get my hands on and then went back for more.
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