Confession: I haven’t been eating breakfast. For months. I might cook up an omelet on the weekends, but during the work week I’ve been skipping eating in the morning in favor of more minutes spent drooling on my pillow. I know this is the cardinal sin of dieting/lifestyle changing (pick your favorite terminology). Most successful weight losers eat breakfast. I instead have been snacking on pistachios and cheese sticks until lunch.
I’m mending my ways. Last night I made an omelet and stuck it in the fridge for today and ate it at work. Wow, it made such a difference! Usually I get hungry right around 12, but today I was full until 1 and even then I only felt the need for a yogurt. This breakfast thing is a good idea. The trick is that I have to make the food beforehand because my love for sleeping is deeper than the REM cycle.
There is almost nothing I won’t do to squeeze out one more minute of sleep in the morning. I take showers at night. I stopped wearing contacts because those two minutes it took putting them in was just too much. There was even a year in middle school where I would actually sleep in the clothes I planned on wearing the next day. I know, I was a total freak, not to mention a fashion disaster! But that’s what happens when they make you catch the bus before the sun has even risen.
I think I might just start cooking a couple omelets on the weekend for the rest of the week. Just go on an egg-breaking rampage and get it all done at once.