I don’t know how it happened. One moment, I was an innocent, skinny little teen. And then I became a not-so-innocent, Mom’s-not-happy-with-my-weight, anxiety-driven millennial.

You can try to save money, time, relationships and grades. But you WILL fail… ultimately. Trust me. I’m a millennial.

Every. Millennial. Ever. (Unless you’re one of the good-looking ones)

No seriously!
I love that word… “millennial”. It’s my go to word for when anything doesn’t go according to plan. Which is basically… yeah, you guessed it. Everything.

So what does a stressed grad student do to alleviate aforementioned stress? Yoga? Pilates? Read Rhonda Byrne or other creepy self-helps? Yeah…I wish.

Growing up, Dad complained that I had to be told that  I was hungry… because I could never understand that myself. Some signaling defect in the hypothalamus perhaps? That’s this thing in the brain which lets your conscious self know if you’re hungry or thirsty or regulate those so-called PMS impulses (read: emotional responses) and also acts as long term memory storage… for those of us who can bother anyway. But the thing is, Dad. Was. Wrong. And my plump (read: cute) self now wishes that he wasn’t.

Yes, I happen to be a wannabe neuroscientist (or a Electronics turned Biomedical Engineer really). But I digress. I am a graduate student, (with an obsessive workaholic advisor) who’s few pleasures now include food, in an otherwise harrowing research life.

So, to answer your question on stress relief, this graduate student explores old and new places around town… or wherever my research takes me!

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my amazing and utterly biased attempt at chronicling my experiences in The United States of America, the Land of the sweet but obese and Home of the way-too-cheesy but amazing food. So read on…