Eat Like You Mean It: The Coshocton Challenge, and The Hero’s Journey

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Supersize Me, Daddy

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey. When I first heard about The Coshocton Challenge, an endeavor many on The Thrill brought up, but never seriously attempted, I knew that it would have to be my first post. So after Editor-in-Chief Erica Christie brought it up, I peer pressured her into joining me on the first (and hopefully only) attempt of the Coshocton Challenge. The Challenge itself? To eat something substantial (no drinks) from every single fast food restaurant on Coshocton Road. This meant: Subway, Dairy Queen, McDonald’s, Arby’s, Taco Bell, Hardee’s, Tim Horton’s, Wendy’s, Long John Silver’s, Papa John’s, and Chipotle. If you vomit, or stop, you lose. We were to be joined by my roommate and personal Thrill webboi Michael Lahanas, as well as Brady Furlich and Jeffrey Searls, who really wanted to watch. Whether it could be done, whether the human body could sustain that amount of sodium and grease, Erica and I were about to find out. Because we will do anything for content.

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Three Sandwiches I Make to Set Across the Table from Me so it Doesn’t Look Like I’m Eating Alone

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The dining hall social dynamic isn’t one I’ve had to brave since freshman year of high school. Sophomore year and on, I left campus and ate lunch at home, most often with friends but sometimes by myself. I’ve never felt fully comfortable eating alone in front of masses of my peers, and now in a brand new setting with the need to prove myself to everyone all the time, the pressure is on for breakfast, lunch, and dinner at Peirce. When I can’t plan to be at meals at the same time as my friends, or push myself to sit with someone new, these are the sandwiches I make to set across the table from me so it doesn’t look like I’m eating alone (when I am).

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Stress Eating: The Curse of Finals Week

“Oh God, they’re here.  They’re finally here.  After all this time to prepare, and I’ve done nothing.  I’m about as prepared for finals as I was for Beyonce’s album.  There’s only one thing that’s going to solve this.  Hard work, studious dedication, or pizza.  I think pizza. Definitely pizza, that sounds easier anyway.”

That’s usually my thought process around this time of year.  I tend to stress eat my way through finals, and if you’re panic stricken and desperate like me, you probably do somewhat too.  Here’s how I managed my stress eating last night preparing for my final today.

This about sums things up my reaction to this week…except I've known about that boot coming down for about four months.  Same reaction though.

This about sums things up my reaction to this week…except I’ve known about that boot coming down for about four months. Same reaction though.

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