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).