Column: The unavoidable truth about the 'freshman 15'
I felt the inevitable pull of the freshman 15 the moment I stepped on campus. And, unfortunately, the day of my first meal swipe, I realized that there wasn’t much I could do to stop it. Most of the vegetables in the dining hall are soggy or fried, the meat cold or chewy and the fruit bruised or soft. As days went by, pizza and chicken fingers became my only friends, and any willpower I had toward eating right was thrown away. Suddenly, I was an unhealthy, chubby version of myself, and I didn’t know how to reverse the process.