I went about six months this past year mostly not eating breakfast. I know — the horror, the most important meal of the day, breakfast food is literally better than every other kind of food — I know. But part of my — right or wrong — lose-weight-caloric-intake preferences meant concentrating eating on two big meals and I guess I liked looking forward to lunch and dinner. Plus I wasn’t exercising in the morning so I wasn’t really that hungry until lunch anyway.
I’ve switched it up in the last couple month. One — I’ve stopped or paused (or who knows, I’ll work through it) consciously losing weight the last couple months and am more or less maintaining within a range I’m comfortable with for now. Two — I started exercising in the mornings more and I was freaking hungry afterward.
And three — I accidentally walked down the cereal aisle at Randalls and bought Honey Nut Cheerios and guys I cannot stop.
When I was in high school I’d pour cereal in a Ziploc sandwich bag, grab a mini-bottle of Diet Coke, and eat the dry cereal while sipping my Diet Coke in front of my locker until school started. Which sounds weirder written out than it felt at the time but I did this every day.
Now, a decade later, I’ve rediscovered this old habit loop by eating dry cereal and sipping Diet Coke while reading in bed in the mornings.
(So character growth is a lie?)
It’s escalated. I bought Family Size boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios and Reese’s Puffs last week. Family Size. For me, one human. And Reese’s Puffs, which shows I’m on a dangerous train of sugary cereal obsession. I had two bowls of it before bed last night. I did not need to have two bowls of Reese’s Puffs.
But also God Bless Reese’s Puffs.
I think writing this post is my subconscious telling me to ease the fuck back on the cereal. After the Family Size boxes are gone, of course.
With Love,
Natalie