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my morning

I have eaten eggs for breakfast nearly every morning for several years now. Since I've known about The Bean, I've tried to cram more nutrition into that morning meal. Like, a LOT more...the first few weeks, it was like...one egg, a tiny bowl of cereal with milk, an orange, and an unsweetened yogurt.

But that just wasn't working. First of all, it was too much food. I know this because it took so darned long to eat it all that I was frequently having to run to catch my train and go to work. And it was COLD and DARK here at 7am. And I'd get to the station...never actually MISSING the train, but frequently hopping on in the nick of time...and I'd be standing there practically clutching my stomach...thinking, "What the HELL possessed me to eat that yogurt?!"

This was happening regularly enough that I think I could legitimately call that morning sprint a regular part of my weekly exercise routine.

So I got a little less ambitious with my morning meal. I cut out the yogurt, because I can happily eat one or two of those later in the day. I cut out the cereal, because frankly, I have discovered that I don't really enjoy cereals that are not completely devoid of nutrition...and there's NO WAY I'm gonna stock up on some crap like G0lden Grahams (which I LOVE) just to get some calcium from the milk. (And no, before you suggest it, I can't just drink the plain milk. I NEVER just drink milk. For as long as I can remember, the thought of drinking just plain milk repulses me like you can't imagine...almost as much as the thought of grape jelly. But that's another story.)

So for the last month or so, my morning routine has been the following: ...and yes, it is exactly the same every single morning. I am a creature of habit if ever there was one. In the case of morning routines, it's even more true because I'm still sort of asleep when the routine starts...

I wake up around 6:30 and stumble into the kitchen. I pour myself a big glass of half OJ (tropicana WITH calcium!) and half water (OJ is way too sweet for me by itself). I take my vitamin and then I take that glass with me to the next morning activity. If it's a weekend, it's usually to the computer to check my e-mail, and if it's a weekday, it's to the shower. Yes, that OJ comes right into the shower with me. I had a good friend in the burg (hi Miss Destiny!) who once mentioned doing that with a smoothie of some sort, and it struck me as BRILLANT.

After I finish the OJ, I start making my eggs...which are now eaten in the form of an egg sandwich on whole bran bread. Yes, we're still in that "habit" mode, so here's how it goes:

...bread in the toaster, butter the pan, drop in the eggs, break the yolks, let cook a bit, fold the sides up so that the eggs are in a square shape (are you getting a feel for how ridiculous it is that I do this every single day exactly like this), flip eggs, take bread out of toaster, butter the bread, and then place perfectly square eggs on top of square toast...

Well, today there was a real problem. I got to that last step and those nice buttery delicious eggs slipped right off my spatula onto my floor!!!!

And I'm such a poor housekeeper these days that I would not even consider obeying the 5-second rule and eating them. So I had to start all over. Fortunately, I'm not working at the moment (to stay away from a chicken pox epidemic), so I had time to just start over. But REALLY. It's a real kick in the pants to have such a ridiculous order of events (knowing full well how ridiculous it is) and then to have it get messed up.

Parenthetically, I'm just realizing that maybe dropping my eggs on the floor is really not worth this much text, but it's done now. Hopefully you didn't have any other plans for those 10 minutes you just spend reading all this.

Posted by amy at April 18, 2005 06:39 PM