That most important meal of the day is my least important meal of the hour. I don’t like eating between seven and ten in the morning. If I eat waffles I want them at six pm. I used eat breakfast because I had to but as I grew older I skipped the meal.
I didn’t want eggs and pancakes in the morning, but I loved to eat them at lunch or for dinner. I was convinced that I had to only eat breakfast foods in the morning until my mom told me otherwise. She told me that my grandfather ate whatever he wanted for breakfast so this gave me the green light to eat whatever I wanted.
I began to make sandwiches, ramen, and anything left over from the day before. I enjoyed having the weight taken off my shoulder. I felt that I was in a box when it came to what I got to eat in the morning. But this liberation did not cause me to eat breakfast more.
I started to skip the meal all over again and began to eat at eleven o’clock. On certain occasions in which I mean vacation, I eat breakfast, but other than that I sometimes plan to eat it, but don’t.
I know that it is the most important meal of the day, but lunch and dinner are so much better. On top of that, I’m not really hungry until lunchtime. When I eat breakfast I am forcing myself to eat. But when I know I am going to have a long day I will eat, even though I’m forcing myself.