Eating breakfast has never been a popular thing for me. Yes, I know it’s good for me, I’ve read all of the benefits of eating breakfast and the bad things when you don’t. Heck, even my Nurse Practitioner tells me I should eat breakfast. Might as well admit it, every doctor I have had has been trying to get me to eat breakfast.
When I was in my 20’s I worked in demanding jobs and I would either not eat or grab something so I could continue moving. Back then I could handle it (or so I thought) but then I was told I wasn’t getting enough nutrients and my body was in a constant starvation mode, so whatever I ate my body kept because it never knew when it was getting more fuel again. Did I learn? No, not yet, not 20 years later. Now, if I don’t eat I start feeling really ill, but I can still push myself to not eat until the afternoon.
Granted, in real life I work swing shift at my jobby-job, so I don’t start work until 230 in the afternoon three days out of the week. I am generally out of bed around 10 or so, plenty of time to hop online and whatnot before I have to get ready for work. Even with a couple of hours at my disposal I still don’t eat.
The thought of anything other than coffee first thing out of bed makes me nauseous. Sadly, I can consume coffee like no tomorrow, until my stomach starts to complain and I start getting that ill feeling from not eating. Two weeks ago, I completely overdosed on caffeine, so I started drinking half decaf. Then a week ago I started off my week telling myself that I would make a real effort to eat breakfast, instead of starving myself until 4 in the afternoon when I took my first break at work and could run to Starbucks for a bagel with cream cheese.
I didn’t go nuts on the breakfast. I did oatmeal with raisins, which I do love. I ate it. I wasn’t thrilled, but I ate it. I didn’t feel great while I was eating it but it did make a difference as the day went on. After the first day, I figured I could get used to eating in the mornings. So I had more oatmeal with raisins the second day. It was easier getting down than the first day, and I did feel decent as the day went on, again.
Alas, that was it. I lasted two days. I didn’t eat breakfast for the rest of the week. EPIC FAIL. I will try again Monday.