{63} Brunch Life
I’ve hated breakfast since I was a child, an infant even. I have never liked eating solid food before, say, 10am, and no amount of experimentation has changed that over the decades.
Note that I love breakfast foods like waffles and grits and eggs and bacon. LOVE THAT STUFF! …for lunch, or dinner. YUM. But I almost never want to eat those nommy things before mid-morning.
Of course, much of my life has been spent on restrictive diets and scheduled eating plans in an effort to “lose weight” (I put that idea in quotes because I have found it’s not a real thing, it’s a game of lies). I was taught and believed that my own preferences were not only wrong, but self-destructive. If I wanted an apple, I ate a rice cake. If I wanted potato chips, I’d eat a salad. If I did not want breakfast I ate it anyway.
Because! Breakfast! The most important meal of the day!!!!
…which always made me nauseous. Any suggestion anyone might make about a food to try for breakfast, I’ve tried it, and never, ever felt good afterwards.
I’ve talked about how tired I am with being obsessed about food and weight and dieting, and how I’ve been practicing unrestricted eating for nearly two years now. It’s only been recently, though, that I finally, FINALLY, gave the ol’ heave-ho to breakfast once and for all.
Coffee with cream is my go-to breakfast. It’s all I need to keep going until about 10:30am when I actually start to get hungry. Then I eat what I’ve been calling an “early lunch” but have realized is actually brunch.
I don’t know why using that simple word has changed my perspective on it so much. Maybe because brunch is a thing everyone does at some point, but an “early lunch” is something people do when they are desperate? I don’t know, but it’s been crucial in learning self-acceptance of this digestive quirk.
My brunches look like lunches, but happen between 10:30am and noon. That’s it. Then I eat dinner at around 6pm. Usually. I’m not making rules here, just observing my usual pattern.
I’m only posting this because maybe there are other people who are living the brunch life and trying not to, or feeling guilty for not eating at the “right” time — I felt that way for years when I skipped breakfast. Oh the irony, skipping a meal that made me feel bad and then feeling bad for skipping it!
I’m enjoying brunch living, and more so enjoying not going around feeling like a sad sack of broken dreams for not eating breakfast like everyone else. I’ll meet you for dinner, anytime! But until then…coffee!
