Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. That’s what the cereal commercials told me. I can’t do my best if I don’t eat a good breakfast, right? Ah ha! That explains it! I have discovered the cause of all of my failures in life. All of the unmet potential can be traced back to the fact that I eat breakfast once or twice a week at most. And it’s not that I don’t want to eat breakfast; it just happens to be low on my priorities list. There are way too many other things that I find myself choosing instead. For instance…
No, I don’t eat my children instead of breakfast. I am not Cronus, king of the Titans. I mean here that if there is a choice between getting my children fed, dressed, and out the door on time, and me eating breakfast, I will choose to help my children. This is, by far, the noblest of reasons for skipping the first meal of the day that you will find here in these pages. Because there are plenty of days when I do not have to give up anything major to help prepare my children for their days.
I am writing this post, at this very moment, instead of eating. Who knows? Maybe I will finish writing quickly and still have time to eat something before I have to dash off to teach voice lessons. Or maybe I will, as usual, finish with seconds to spare, and then run out the door late to arrive breathlessly at the door of my studio at the exact moment my lessons are to begin. This seems more likely. I suppose I could skip writing something some days (or get my act together and write something the night before), but I have been writing this blog for years now and I have never missed a day. I’m not going to give up a 4.5 year streak for a piece of toast. This is the second most noble reason for missing breakfast. It all goes downhill from here.
LAST MINUTE IDIOCY
Oftentimes I will finish my blog posts, get the children out the door, and go searching about for breakfast, and then suddenly realize that in the ten minutes I have left at home I am supposed to do eight other things. The dog needs to go out before I leave. I was supposed to start the dishwasher. I am not wearing pants yet. Thus begins the scramble that will consume my last few precious moments at home, and when I finally am ready to eat something, I am already late.
Oh man, there have been so many days when I think about eating something, but then I sit down to check one thing on Facebook, and when I look up again I have used up all of my breakfast time. There are so many things to like! And it’s not just Facebook, really. It’s the whole dang internet. Just click this one article. But that article links to another article. And another. And another. Suddenly it is lunch time and I have missed the morning altogether. So much for breakfast.
BRAIN PROBLEM SITUATION
And sometimes I just forget. I will be off doing something important somewhere awesome with someone cool, and then my stomach will start barking at me. Why am I so hungry? I will think to myself. Didn’t I eat breakfast? Oh…wait…yeah, no. I didn’t. I forgot to. This may be because I am never hungry when I wake up. I mean, ever. I can probably count on my fingers the number of times in my life when I have woken up and desired any sort of food. It takes me at least an hour or two to get any sort of appetite, and by then I have most likely moved on to doing something else. *sigh* Stupid brain. Stupid body.
Luckily, today I seem to be finished writing. The children are off to school. The dog has been out. I am wearing clothes. I think I will post this and go eat something immediately. I’ve been up for almost 3 hours now, and it’s time to start the day.