On Eating Breakfast

I've always been someone who cannot skip breakfast. I blame my blood sugar, but I think it's just my desire to be constantly eating.

However good I am at eating breakfast, aka the most important meal of the day, I've never been good at actually enjoying it. I've been known to shove bread and cheese into my mouth in between curling iron sessions, burn my mouth on oatmeal, or just shovel cold leftovers while sorting through junk mail. Not really experiencing the joy of a balanced meal.

So, I've made it a point the past week to make breakfast (a real breakfast, no leftovers in sight), sit down on the sofa and spend 3 minutes eating. Ok, it's only 3 minutes (I'm a fast eater), but it's something. And it gives me a moment to reflect on the day ahead, take a breath in the rush of the morning "get ready."

In an ideal world, I'd be eating a cooked breakfast on the patio or enjoying a croissant with a friend, but this little ritual (with full fat Greek yogurt, raspberries and honey) is the perfect step in the right direction.