Midnight Munchies: From Night Owl To Early Bird

A few years ago, my eating habits were nothing to write home about. I knew I was not going about things the right way, but I still continued. I knew I was not eating properly, but I just could not stop. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to stop, but I’d already grown accustomed to it and I was comfortable in my comfort zone. Growing up, my family and I would often eat dinner before 8pm. However, things changed when I got to my final year in high school. This was the period when we prepared for external exams. We’d go to school in the morning and return home after 7pm. After showering, the next thing was always sleep. After spending hours in school, there’s nothing that beats taking a cold bath and sleeping afterwards. I’d wake at 12 or 1am and the next thing I’d do was go to the kitchen to eat.

When the moon had gone to its resting place, the air was cold and filled with noises of crickets and other insects, that’s when I’d go to the kitchen to serve my food. I was always careful when opening the pots, because I didn’t want to wake my parents and siblings. I remember the day I let my guard down and the pot cover fell accidentally, waking the whole house. Day by day, I got used to late night eating. When this poor eating habit started, my parents didn’t say anything about it. I guess they understood my situation, not knowing that I would continue even after graduating from high school. Up until last year, I still continued with this eating habit.

A few of my friends tried to stop me from eating at midnight. Some warned me that it would cause a pot belly. I'd always tell them that I had been eating late at night for years, and my stomach was still as flat as it had always been. Some of them joked that I was a witch or wizard and that after having a meeting with my fellow 'witches' in the coven, that's when I'd come back home to eat at night. Even after that, I still didn't stop. It even got worse when I got to university. I had a space all to myself, and I could do whatever I wanted. Plus, it was always difficult to come home and cook after spending hours in lecture rooms.

I don’t exactly know when, how or even who helped me get rid of my poor eating habits. All I know is that I have stopped eating late at night. I don’t remember the last time I ate late. Last semester, I missed meals because of school activities, so I decided to take my eating habits seriously. I don’t have a timetable, neither am I on a diet for any reason. What I do is that I try as much as I can not to skip a meal and to eat well. Unlike before, whenever I am tired from school activities, I skip meals. Now, I eat out instead. The goal is not to skip a meal and eat well.

This is my entry to the sci-fi multiverse prompt for week 9.

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