Breakfast: The Most Important Meal of the Day

I have the prestigious job of serving breakfast at the school where I teach. As part of our district's Health initiative, we are given food from some district kitchen somewhere that has to meet some sort of nutritional guideline. I'm thinking these guidelines are very loosely monitored. Today it was a slice of Texas Toast soaked in butter and covered on one side with a layer of cinnamon and sugar. Don't get me wrong, these things are stinkin' awesome. One perk of my job is my freedom to take a breakfast if there are any leftovers and I'm not gonna lie. I snatched one of those puppies up!

Now I get the task of deciding whether or not I should feel guilty about this breakfast choice. If we were to eat these at home, I would make a plate with two of these bad boys, a pile of scrambled eggs with cheese on top (or two fried eggs), three or four slices of bacon, and about 16 oz of whole milk. If I wasn't to the point of throwing up after all that, I would have found room for one or two more of those cinnamon toast things. Dang, they were good. So, comparatively, yes, one slice of sugar soaked toast with 4 oz of oj was the better choice.

I know better than this, though. I know that not every meal has to be an event. I know I can get by perfectly well with less. I just get so worked up when I see all this food in front of me. I've fought this battle before. Learned to take smaller portions at buffets and holiday dinners. Thrived on the feeling of never being "full". But it takes concentration to do that. When I close my eyes and just relax and live my life, old habits pop up and the easy way is to eat until no more fits.