Healthy Mexican Hot Pockets (Chimichangas!)

When I was twelve, I. Ate. Everything. Breakfast consisted of two waffles lathered in peanut butter and drenched in syrup, usually accompanied by a tall glass of whole milk. Lunch was almost always two re-fried bean & cheese quesadillas (courtesy of my Mexican childhood). Dinner was two to three massive helpings of whatever creamy pasta…