i always thought the whole eat-a-healthy-breakfast-and-you'll-get-through-your-day-better thing was a bunch of hooey. if i had the choice between bacon or granola, the bacon would make me 4000% happier, giving me a jolt of joy to get me through the day.
for the past month or so, on workdays, i've been having a cup of oatmeal every morning. its an attempt to be healthy, and although i know i'll tire of it soon enough (see: ecto cooler effect), i've been quite satisfied with my little cup o' meal. i tote the packet to work with me, throw it in a paper cup, throw some hot water in, and presto - i'm set.
so as you know, we've been displaced this week and are hanging at our parents house - where there is unfortunately no oatmeal. and although we managed to rescue 10 tons of laundry and our spiky-leafed plant Dracul (you don't name your plants after scary monsters???), sadly, i forgot my box of maple & brown sugary goodness.
so while my parents are wonderful and relatively fit people, their portable breakfast options are most definitely not foods that richard simmons would approve of. if he were to visit and go through their cabinets i guarantee he would shriek in disgust, and put his hands on the hips of his little red shorts and give them a stern talking to. so i've had no choice but to eat coffee cakes the past few mornings. which is exciting, but boy have i noticed a difference. by mid-morning i am dragging, and i crave sweets throughout the day. on a positive note, i'm thinking that my coworkers are finding me more fun than usual. you should see the looks of childlike glee that appear on people's faces when they see me eating the cakes. "is that a coffee cake?!" "why yes, yes it is." i mean, who wouldn't want to be friends with the girl who eats coffee cakes every morning? its the closest one can get to being friends with the Drake's mascot - that smiley duck in the little chef's hat and neckerchief. and he's freakin awesome.