Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Breakfast

I've said before that I'm Not a Morning Person.

I'm really not.

And why do I find it necessary to defend this position? Well that's another psychological track entirely, and I'm not going there today.

One of the manisfestations of my NaMP status is that breakfast can be a bit of an ordeal. I don't decide easily at an early hour, so it needs to be quick to prepare and all the relevant bits need to be easily procurable and either store for a long time, or be something we usually have in the house.

I will usually have exactly the same thing for a couple of months (lets say toast) and then one day I will wake up and simply not be able to tolerate the thought of toast for breakfast. The smell of toast toasting will turn my stomach. The very thought of toast is repugnant to me (and yes, I have been reading both Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer recently, in case you're wondering).

Then I need to come up with a new idea in a short period of time because I've got to get out and doing for the day, and my higher executive powers don't wake up as early as I have to be vertical, and my Mum always told me that breakfast is the most important meal of the day so I can't skip it, and my life is a mess of stress for the morning.

I've recently been on a healthy Vita-Brits-are-whole-grain-no-sugar-isn't-that-healthy? kick. Add a little fruit in natural juice and some milk and I've got to be doing something good for my body. Haven't I?

I've been jokingly calling it 'chaff' and have realised that, while cleaning my teeth after breaky is usually pleasant and to be desired, the consumption of chaff means that it is absolutely imperative IMMEDIATELY because otherwise I find bits of chaff all around my teeth and I don't like that.

But the writing is on the wall for chaff for breakfast, because my half-awake brain this morning recognised that, actually, horsefood tastes better than Vita Brits. Yep, when I was in primary school we used to nibble on the working horse mix, and my memory is telling me that it tasted better than my breakfast (at least, it did if you got a bit with molasses in it).

So how much breakfast am I likely to have tomorrow?

... approximately none (but don't tell Mum).

6 comments:

Emily Sue said...

I have breakfast when I get to work (I have a stash of Weet Bix, tinned fruit, porridge etc in the kitchen) because I just can't make decisions first thing in the morning. "First thing in the morning" last for at least two hours after waking up.

My sister went through a stage of making toasted sandwiches for breakfast because she was so sick of the usual options.

Hippomanic Jen said...

So with you on the first thing in the morning lasting for 2 hours. It doesn't matter if I'm up at 5am or 10am, I just don't function.

And toasted sandwiches do sound like a good option, but there's a time and decision factor with them. :(

Wendy said...

Did you read my "morning" post recently? I identify with you, though I do think (from what I remember of you from uni) that I'm not quite as bad a NaMP as you.
I've been eating pretty much the same breakfast since I went to uni. Home-made muesli. Augmented by tinned peaches or bananas and yoghurt. Topped off by decaf coffee. Main modification was when I was pregnant and needed a piece of toast too.
Can't stand VitaBrits (or Weetbix or Porridge) - ate it almost my entire childhood!

Crazy Sister said...

I think an apple counts as breakfast. Morning Tea is my choice for the Most Important Meal Of The Day.

And yes, I've been reading Heyer too (in the middle of Beauvallet - by golly he's gorgeous) and I think I just signed off an email with "I await your insight." It's such contagious language...

Anonymous said...

I;m sure Mum won't know that breakfast hasn't happened.
Mum

Emily Sue said...

Ha! Busted!! :D