I’m trying to imagine it.  As a mother, and former waitress, I have an amazing ability to carry it all in one trip:  load me up with several plates, cups, napkins, and a plate of hot wings, no problem.  

But as a college kid, I hadn’t been a waitress yet.  I couldn’t even carry the tray with one hand – I had the double grip going, one firmly on each side.  

Now I find out that if only I hadn’t used the tray, I’d have kept my svelte high school figure and staved off the freshman 15.  It wasn’t the all-night, any-night kegs in the fraternities. 

It wasn’t the seconds on any (or every) dessert in the cafeteria.

It definitely wasn’t eating pizza at midnight several nights a week.