I wake up every day starving. More specifically, I wake up every day famished and craving something salty and greasy with a side of black coffee. I know people who eat massive bowls of sugary cereal for breakfast on a daily basis. Anytime I eat breakfast with friends I see them eating a lot of donuts, bagels or biscuits or toast with jelly, cinnamon rolls, or fruit and yogurt; the thought of anything sweet in the morning has always kind of turned my stomach. In my dream world I would wake up at 7 am and make biscuits and gravy or eggs and cheese or spinach, mushroom, and cheese omelets (fancy) or even fried potatoes and onions or hash browns. Sometimes my dream world collides with reality and I get a Hardee’s egg and cheese biscuit. No matter what, I always get my coffee, but other than that my breakfast cravings are usually subdued with a hastily made egg in a nest or fried egg and tomato sandwich or (and this is if I’m really running late) a spoonful of peanut butter. Today, however, I woke up before 7 thanks to my cat Maxine’s love of knocking cups over (of course it had nothing to do with my love of taking fat glasses of water to bed and drinking less than half of them). So I guess it goes without saying that today I had time to actually make something for breakfast, a Sunday brunch minus the blueberry pancakes kind of breakfast, that consisted of fried potatoes and onions (with a lot of ketchup, as you can see) and scrambled eggs with spinach.
I was too hungry to take any before pictures.
Now I’m stuffed. I’m sure weight training is going to be great on such a full stomach.