Food?

My grandmother once told me I should live to eat, not eat to live.

My mantra of late has been, just eat what you can, whenever you have time, which is never, really. Something like that, I don't know. I'm a bit too malnourished to make sense of it myself.

The past few weeks have been a nightmare. I am transitioning into the wonderful world of teaching from the slightly-more-wonderful world of being a barista with no responsibilities except determining the proper brewing temperature for the perfect doppio. Since then, I have subsisted on:

• Dunkin Donuts coffee, percolated
  
• Clif Bars (lots and lots of Clif Bars)
• Peanut butter sandwiches... every single day. For lunch. Cute, if I wasn't 23.
• various snacks that comprise the remainder of my daily recommended caloric intake
  

The benefit of eating on the run is that I've successfully lost 5 lbs because the calories go out as quickly as they come in. The draw back of eating mostly fat and carbohydrate foods is that the 5 pounds I lost was muscle. I don't think I'll be seeing that for a while, especially since I have not run a mile in over three weeks. This summer, I was running nearly every day, between 4 and 13 miles a day (usually closer to 4 though). Now the most you'll get out of me is a half-hearted jog as I attempt to catch the one bus per half hour that stops in front of my school.

My per-hour income has more than quadrupled since I started teaching. But so has my blood pressure, commute time, blemishes and Clif bar wrappers. They say next year will be easier... hopefully by a factor of four.