I must confess: I eat like I'm a 16 year old boy.
This morning, it was Jerry's turn to rise with the kidlets, and he opted to take both of them to the grocery store in order to knock that chore out at 7 am (pure madness, in my opinion). Thus, I was left alone in the house with 2 delightful options: A.) Stay in bed and sleep, or B.) Get up and enjoy some coffee and uninterrupted interweb time. I kinda split the difference by sleeping 15 more minutes and then getting up.
Anyhoo, back to nutrition, let me share with you what I chose for my breakfast items: Oreos and coffee.
Yes, I am eating Oreos for breakfast. I said it, I don't regret it.
Many of you participate in the "What I Ate Wednesday" and whenever I look at your food for the day, I'm always struck by how healthy it all is. Granted, I try to eat a pretty healthy, and if nothing else, varied diet. But, I'll be honest: There are days when nary a fruit or vegetable touches my lips. I know that a better diet could help me shed a few unnecessary pounds, could help me run better, and could fill me with some sort of inner glow...you know, because eating healthy means you have good poops and people who poop good seem to be pretty happy, glowing people.
But, again I'll be honest: I'm not dissatisfied with my weight. Sure, I could be a leaner, trimmer, running machine, but I also would rather not give up Oreos for breakfast. And, I already poop pretty good. Coffee, people, coffee!
I figure the running helps balance out the calorie differential, and really, my central running purpose has never been for weight loss purposes. Yes, it's a nice side effect, but I need the stress relief and energy expression more than anything else. And speaking of running, now that I've finished my coffee and Oreos, I think I shall go for a run: This breakfast was good fuel...right?