I guess I was drunkorexic in college. But for me it was more a question of whether I wanted to spend my $3 on a couple slices of pizza or a pitcher of beer...luckily I was cute enough I didn’t always need to buy my own beer.
When I was a kid (3rd to 6th grade in the 60’s), I’d get a 25 cent allowance every week. When I went to the grocery store to spend it, I really wanted to get a hostess pie, but they were 13 cents, giving me 12 cents left over and ultimately an extra 2 cents burning a hole in my pocket with nothing to spend it on.
Meanwhile I could get two ten cent candy bars and a 5 cent candy bar with nothing left over.
I never did buy a hostess pie. EVER.