Each morning, I dash out the door in a frenzied desire to start up the day. Sometimes I’ll grab a banana; more often it’s picking up a muffin at the coffee shop around the corner from my office. They are delicious, but by eleven thirty, I am starving again, having not eaten any protein, and start thinking about lunch.
In the days of living with my parents in Ohio, nearly every morning included either yogurt with nuts some small amount of protein and fruit. In college, I almost always ate eggs in the a.m. I’ve somehow slipped from these good habits to on-the-go stand-bys and sugary replacements.
2008 is the year that I start making oatmeal again, buying eggs for homemade omelets (quick ones!), and taking vitamins with a glass of orange juice. A muffin can be a sleep-in Saturday morning reward for a week well worked, but during the grindstone days, I’ll be munching on protein-rich rise-‘n-shiners.
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