Any guesses yet?
I eat breakfast every day.
Every single day.
For the most part it is a healthy breakfast too.
(Yes, I have sunk to the level of taking a picture of my food.)
I didn't realize that it had become a steadfast habit until this past week when I woke up in the mornings and immediately turned the hot water on the stove for coffee or oatmeal, or started my cast iron warming up for eggs or french toast.
I remember starting to do it when Mr. Sir left and getting out of bed was really hard. We used to take turns getting up to groggily make coffee and feed James. But after Mr. Sir left (gosh it has been about 4 months now) it was all up to me. So, I did it. No complaining, no whining. There was no choice in the matter, breakfast had to be served. The thought of coffee made it a little easier.
I am pretty sure that is a sign of growing up. You know, when you do the dishes not because someone is nagging you to do them because it is your 'chore'. You do them because they need done and you are the only one to do them. You attempt to keep up with them making them easier in the long run. Same thing with me and breakfast. Oh, and I suppose dishes too.
I have found I love breakfast. This week we have eaten egg sandwiches, PBJ and a banana (my quick breakfast when running late), pancakes, oatmeal, regular french toast, and cream cheese stuffed french toast (in the picture above). I am learning how to cook small meals so that there aren't much for left overs because soggy french toast isn't that great.
Habits are hard to form when you don't have the willpower but you know that it is a good habit so you try to buck your way though it for your health. It is a nice feeling though, when you wake up one day and realize that you have formed a great habit without realizing it.
Almost as good a feeling as seeing this face every morning.
Live and love