Breakfast and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean that I love breakfast foods, but I hate eating in the morning. Okay so hate is a strong word, but I thoroughly do not enjoy eating so long as the numbers on the clock are followed by “AM.” I much prefer to start my day with a good, strong cup of coffee and then indulge in a hybrid breakfast/lunch type of meal once the hunger pangs start to strike at about noon. Basically I just want to eat brunch every day.
Such was not always the case. In fact, growing up, breakfast used to look a little something like this:
Rice, miso soup, and a piece of broiled salmon (yes, fish) are components a typical Japanese breakfast. When I was younger, this was my favorite combination of smells in the world to wake up to. But as I got older, school days began to start earlier and earlier and I simultaneously became less and less willing to wake up early enough to incorporate a full sit-down meal into my morning routine (teenagers, man). This pattern of morning eating – or lack thereof – has mostly just stuck around because of the whole creatures of habit thing.
While admittedly most of my mornings still start with me grabbing a yogurt on my frantic way out the door, at least a few days a week I make an effort to eat something slightly more substantial, and also at my dining table as opposed to halfway through my first class of the day.
Sometimes it’s a mashup of two cereals that probably belong in the pantry of a household with children 10+ years younger than me
Sometimes it’s a fried egg on top of a piece of toast smothered in leftover guacamole from Chipotle
Sometimes I get really fancy and instead of eating my yogurt on the go I put it in a bowl and then put some fruit on it
And sometimes I bake eggs in a skillet and eat them with a healthy portion of olive oil and sea salt drenched toast
Breaking old habits is hard, especially when doing so can mean sacrificing sleep. But I’m slowly beginning to remember that sometimes it can be worth it.