It has officially been a month of breakfast and here’s what I’ve learned..
Breakfast makes me like me more. It also makes me like you more.. I know intermittent fasting is all the rage but if we must, lets do that shit at night. When other people aren’t forced to interact with us. Since about a week into this little experiment I have noticed that I feel less anxious throughout the day. I roll with the punches and readjust with less effort. Also, I am far less likely to come to the conclusion that EVERYONE is the worst. Blood sugar is a legit thing, y’all. Take it seriously. So I feel apologies are in order. To anyone who has ever suggested that I need a snack, I am sorry. Turns out, I might have very much needed to eat something.
Beyond blood sugar levels, making myself breakfast means that my first efforts of the day are for me. Before work/life demands anything from me. It gets to be about me. Confession.. In my lifetime I have been prone to getting myself busy with what others need. At times I have done this whether they asked me to or not. Attending to their needs more than my own. People don’t like this. I didn’t like it either. So, I owe myself an apology too. Some call it co-dependency or self abandonment. Studies (and personal experience) show that this kind of behavior results in burn out and resentment. Double yuck. Waking up and checking in with myself as to what I need and what sounds good to me creates a trend for the rest of the day. It’s some self love stuff and it’s delicious. You could say eggs, oatmeal and waffles have become a new love language, for myself.
Looking forward to the next 334 days.
Day 31: HOT SALAD! Sautéed kale, scallion tops, tomatoes, romanesco with lemon, poached egg and spicy sprouts. Side of grapefruit.