Breakfast

 For the majority of my life I have not been much of a breakfast eater.  That is not to say that I have anything against breakfast. In fact, I love breakfast food.  Just about anything that is prepared for breakfast I will eat!  That is where my dilemma arises:  preparing breakfast.  I have never really been the kind of person to get up and make breakfast for myself.  It is simply not in my daily routine, and it never has been.  Growing up, we ate breakfast each day of some kind.  Mostly it would be something easy like toast or cereal. While I do enjoy cereal, I do not like milk.  I have tried but to no avail.  Hence, my cereal was always eaten dry.  That's not the healthiest way to eat it because as a child I would gravitate to the sweeter cereals because they tasted good to me without milk.  Occasionally, Mom would cook a hot breakfast on the weekends.  Not very often but it did happen. If I spent the night with Grandmother, which was often, there would always be a hot breakfast of some kind.  I ate it up every single time. 

As an adult, not so much.  I think I have become used to not eating breakfast, so I just do not really make any attempt to do it.  Sometimes I will make myself some toast, usually with peanut butter, or put some pop tarts in the toaster for convenience.  Or if I have baked a cake, I will have a piece (or two) of that for breakfast.  I can rationalize that thanks to "Bill Cosby, Himself" because everything for a nutritious breakfast is pretty much in a cake LOL Anyway, there is always a great sense of accomplishment and of being an adult when I get up and cook breakfast for myself.  And each time I do it I say to myself this isn't that difficult.  Why am I not doing it more often? I am always amazed at how full it makes me, and it really curbs my morning snacking.  I can usually go until lunch and not feel hungry, which is a good thing. 

Today, I decided to cook myself breakfast.  Sausage patties, scrambled eggs and a croissant.  It was nothing fancy.  The sausage just had to be reheated in the microwave, and the croissant was left over from Sunday's dinner. All I had to do was crack and scramble two eggs.  That was easy enough.  I sat at my kitchen table and had breakfast while reading my daily devotions.  It was a great way to start my day. Maybe if I start doing that more often, more days will start off with this sense of accomplishment. We shall see how that goes but for today, I am feeling good.  So ends today's installment of "Escapades in Adulting". That is all.