The first time I went off to college, there was no meal plan, no Greek life and classes were pretty easy. It was, essentially, an easy way to avoid the Freshman 15: fresh food, little alcohol and plenty of time to get to the gym. Learning to balance was something that I, along with all the other transfer students I know, learned how to do in a different context. In our past lives we worked half as hard for grades twice as good and it was easy, with all that free time, to have a balanced life and a balanced diet. 

The goal seems simple: live forever. Exercise, eat right, sleep nine hours each night and when all else fails, there is health care.

The other night, I made myself a piece of toast with Nutella as a reward for actually finishing my readings. As I opened the creamy hazelnut spread, I started to read the ingredients on the container, but my excitement quickly turned to distress.

When you are eating a pan-fried fish filet, do you think about where all the leftover parts-heads, tails, bones, skins, scales, and internal organs go?