#acrobatics and excessive use of brainpower burns a shitton of calories jsyk

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

There was a point in my early college experience that my meal structure more closely resembled a Hobbit's than a human's, just by virtue of being incredibly busy and also trying to put on weight after I lost a bunch due to a surgery going mildly awry.

This was made incredibly obvious to everyone in my immediate vicinity because i set alarms to remind me to eat because my hunger receptors are basically useless to this day. Perpetually hungry for years because i was growing so fast, compounded with regimented school systems that didn't allow for snacks, plus hyperfixations that don't let me go for hours on end mean that I'm more likely to look up and have to count back the hours on when i last ate and think i should eat than i am to feel hungry.

My best friends had helped me set up the alarms and they had named the alarms appropriately, so when there was a project that resulted in my phone being in someone else's hand when the Elevenses alarm goes off, he looks at the alarm and looks at me and he knows my schedule because he's in most of my classes with me. And then he looks at his watch and the sudden realization that I had trained all of my classmates that had the same four morning classes onto MY schedule was hilarious and it went a little like this:

The alarm goes off. I'm patting down my pockets and bag for my phone because we've been playing swap with each other's phones for almost an hour. I find someone else's phone but not mine. I look up to try and find where the ringing is coming from and its in Josh's hand. Josh has seen the alarm and is staring at it. And he looks at his watch. And oh so slowly, his eyes tick over to mine.

"You're going to say its time for a snack and drag us all over to [coffee shop that sold bagels and a stupidly good chai i was obsessed with that was within easy walking distance]."

Everyone looks at Josh, because Josh doesn't really make prophecies very often. Or ever, really.

"Yes," I say.

And indeed, everyone was mostly packed and ready to go stretch their legs and get coffee and a snack before our next class at 11:45.

Josh just kind of looks at me. You know the one, where its kind of half terrified, half exasperated, with like a sprinkling of admiration like cinnamon powder? "The semester's been in session for a week and we're all already on your schedule?"

"I'm trying to regain fifteen pounds i lost in two weeks, while having 18 credit hours, while being a spotter for my sister. I start my day at 5 and you idiots dont even have a piece of fruit for breakfast, much less anything else. So yeah, when its 9 and I have second breakfast and you guys suddenly realize you're hungry? A snack and coffee to get through until when class lets out at 2? Then lunch? Rehydration and a snack at 4, also known as Tea? Dinner at 6? Our night class doesn't let out until 10, Josh. You're not half as tired as you were a week ago, and that's with three night classes and a seven am class twice a week. You really think that's because you're sleeping?"

I swear to anything you hold holy, you would have thought I'd just outlined my step by step plan for world domination that had an actual chance at working.