Like most people, I grew up hearing that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. But in reality, I’ve never liked eating breakfast. It’s not the food served at breakfast that I dislike, I love Frosted Flakes with milk, bacon and eggs, French toast, or a cheese omelet. It’s that I can’t eat right after I’ve gotten up. When you’re a kid, you’re rushed to get up, rushed to get dressed for school, rushed to eat and rushed out the door on your way to school. I always ended up with a sour stomach.
These days I deal with a strange sleep schedule due to a form of insomnia that I’ve had since I was child. Twenty years ago I gave up worrying about it and just let it happen… and everyone else worries about it for me. I tend to ignore those worries too.
Even now, I can’t eat anything when I first wake up. I need to be awake for about 2 hours before I can put anything in my stomach. And since my time of getting out of bed changes daily, basically wrapping around the clock, there are times when I’m up at 5am and two weeks later when I’m just getting up at 8pm. No matter what time it is, I still have to wait 2 hours before I can eat.
So I’m pretty much always skipping breakfast.