Breakfast Fun

So, breakfast. which actually does mean to break a fast. True story.

I love breakfast foods. Biscuits and gravy, bacon, pancakes, waffles. Toast and jelly. Love them all. And they love me. Which brings me to a break through I already have had. I know! Watch me go!  Why do I eat? Why do I overeat? Because I love the food, and it loves me back. It tastes good, it smells good. It's savory and sweet and has a wonderful texture. It makes me happy and never laughs at me or rejects me or makes fun of me. It takes me to my happy place. Yes, I figured it out. I just don't know how to fix it. Damn.

This particular breakfast was quite good. I ordered water and the seasonal blend coffee for starters to drink. I to feel like I was trying something new but not too far out of my comfort zone. Water was just to make me feel like I was being healthy, and I use the the ice to cool down my coffee. I am very ritualistic with what I eat and drink.

I put 3 sweet and lows and 1 individual cup of sugar free french vanilla. I discussed the flavor afterwards with the waitress. It was the seasonal blend which I hadn't had before. It was nutty and sweet with a hint of cinnamon. The french vanilla made it sweeter. In the future I would likely add plain creamer. It reminded me of mincemeat. I drank 2 cups. That's typical of me

How can I be so descriptive of the flavor? There's this strange talent I have. I can smell a food or a drink and just based on the aroma I can tell how it will taste. Weird but true.

Then I ordered 2 eggs over medium and a waffle with no butter or powdered sugar. Yummy.  With sugar free syrup.

Why, you may ask, such a picky order? I tend to obsess over everything. The carbs, the sugar, the calories. I have been doing this for so long I already know how much of each I will be eating. But it's when I stop obsessing, that's when I over eat and over do and stop counting calories. So I spend most days thinking about what I will eat and when and how much. Just how I live my life.

First I had my eggs. I love eggs. From my head down to my legs. I will eat them cooked most any way. But today I got them fried over medium. They put them on a separate plate. I liked that. I don't always like one food touching another food. I'm fun like that. And I had to salt and pepper them. Not too much, just makes it a little better in my mind.  I mash them up cause I like to break the yolk and mix the yellow and white together. I finished them completely before moving on to my last item.

It was a waffle. It was cooked perfectly. One of the best I had ever had actually. I am confessing right here and now I could have eaten two. But since I was in public, It seemed a bit much. I actually for reasons unknown to me can't seem to use a knife properly. One of the good things about eating alone is I can tear the waffle apart with my fingers without being afraid of what someone might say. then I put on what I feel is a reasonable amount of syrup. 1/4 of a cup is a serving by the way. I usually guesstimate 2. I decided to try dipping it next time so the syrup doesn't get the waffle soggy. That waffle deserved a trophy. It was just that good.

Then it was over. I was a little disappointed. But I was trying to not overdo it on this particular day. And promised myself that next week I could try something new.

Yes, I obsess about what I eat, how I eat, and everything in between. But maybe if I share these experiences. I can figure out my issues. And learn about what's making me tick. Maybe someone else knows what it's like to obsess like this too.

Until next time.

Eat well