My job takes me away from home for weeks on end. The work shifts are typically 12 hours, often more. It is impractical to pack lunch and dinner. It is unrealistic to search for a whole foods market. It is impossible to prepare a meal in a hotel room.
Breakfast is
coffee and cigarettes on the drive in, maybe a McYuck if there is a fast food joint on the way.
Lunch is another McYuck or a can of spam...something really awful. Taste it, swallow the can, get back to work.
For dinner I dive in head first, eat my fill of whatever looks good on the menu, and order more if the whim washes over me. A 3000 calorie meal is not unreasonable.
I
experience no reservations or guilt. It is part of the lifestyle I have chosen that comes with the job.
Now here's the thing...
Every day I go out there to bust up bricks, shovel up toxic waste in a rubber suit, and cough up banana pudding after breathing some of this crap out there serves to motivate me all the more. I hoard my pennies like a miser (except for the dinner part) in order to pay off this place, wipe out my bills, and get stuff in shape to grow good, clean, wholesome food which I can market in order to flush that job. If I have to interact with the ills of the world, I'm willing to do so, but my efforts will set me free.
One more year
should do it.