Well hells bells, last night was the first night at the gym and this morning I find myself eating a healthy breakfast at a reasonable time. Now there is nothing wrong with that. That is, actually, a very good thing. My usual weekday breakfast is: skip breakfast and have a late lunch when I finally get hungry around 3 and snack my way through till dinner. Horrible. So I'm glad I'm doing a good thing. But I'm not as proud as I should be - I'm a little worried. Isn't the next step stepping on the scale? Celebrating every ounce lost and berating myself for every ounce gained? I don't want to do that. But I do want to keep going to the gym, and if that motivates me (instantly!) to start eating better... well... that's all good, right?
Oh, and just for giggles - and in complete defiance of the advice set forth, nee the very title concept addressed in No One Cares What You Had For Lunch: 100 Ideas for Blogging, the following was my breakfast menu:
2 eggs, scrambled with leftover imitation crab meat and a sprinkling of Monterrey Jack, cooked in just enough butter to coat the pan, 1 slice whole wheat toast, and an orange.
Doesn't that sound yummy? Way yummier than skipping? (ok, I know imitation crab isn't universally appealing, but I love it. And it isn't imitation fish - it's some sort of cheap fish, just not crab. And it doesn't taste at all like crab, but I always thought it tasted pretty darn good.) So silly - the skipping habit. And so bizarre that when you eat healthy you get to eat yummy stuff ALL DAY LONG and when you eat unhealthy the way I did, you eat constantly for about 2 hours - usually stuff that is not all that yummy - convenience becomes more important.
So, good, good, good. Except how can I possibly live so good and not lose weight? Remind me: because it feels good and it tastes good.