I Really Like My Breakfast - It's Lovely (Breakfasts)

Member Name: marandina

Product:	Breakfasts
Date:	02/12/04 (80 review reads)
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Advantages: Breakfast is Nice

Disadvantages: No Breakfast could kill you, Or maybe not

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Well, at least that’s what they say. The thing is, have you ever wondered why? For what it’s worth, I have but then I do tend to ponder completely unimportant issues <looks blank>. Then again, just think about it for a moment. Say you eat at 5pm and aren’t a picky eater (like what I am). If you don’t eat anything else then it could be a whopping 14 hours before your stomach receives its next meal. Crikey O’Riley: that’s enough to starve a cannibal in solitary confinement and it’s standard fayre for Janet Street-Porter and the “I’m a Celebrity” crew (assuming that they don’t sneak in Mars bars and the occasional cigarette).

Just recently I’ve been monitoring my weight. Rather proudly, I’ve pushed my numbers down from 15st 12lb to around 14 stone. Whilst this HUGE drive has been undertaken, I’ve started to weigh myself last thing at night and first thing in the morning. In the space of just 8 or so hours, I normally find that I’ve lost 4lbs. That’s amazing isn’t it? <Reader glances at paint drying>Assuming that this is largely water then if you went c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l – y INSANE and didn’t eat until lunchtime then just think how that might sap your body of energy. You may not have enough stamina left to reach for the keyboard in a suitably arduous afternoon session…..at work.

Man, this is dullsville so far, innit? I suppose what I’m trying to get across in my own hamfisted way is that one’s brekkie does seem a tad important…otherwise you could be accused of self-abuse…figuratively, of course.

My own experience of breakfast is rather bleak just now. Having to fight my way into Oxford every day having already trekked from Northampton means that I’ve crunched my schedule in the mornings and skip my customary coffee and toast. Nope, now it’s an apple in the car together with a bottle of water and hope that it’s too early for the constabulary on four wheels to catch up wiv me. I can take comfort that this is a further way to regulate my weight even if it’s not THE brightest of ideas. Then again, neither is travelling from Northampton to Oxford at that time of day but I gorra pay the bills somehow.

A recent suggestion from my good lady is to take some bread, marg and marmalade/jam and do meself some toast when I get to work at approximately 8am. She tells me that this configuration has been recommended to wee children before they go to school to excite their synapses in the cranial region (that’s “brain” in English), thus getting them motivated for their first lesson. Hmmm….do I really want to be THAT stimulated when I get to work?

It hasn’t always been so. My usual tipple in the morning is toast made with wholemeal bread and a cup of coffee. Toast has decidedly fewer calories than cereals, which are often loaded with sugars and hardly healthy for our endemically obese kids. Yep, I used to enjoy slouching in the lounge watching the morning news programme, munching me toast and swigging me coffee. Incidentally, there I was in Oxford t’other day and I walked past Jon Snow whilst he was wittering on his mobile phone. I just thought I’d mention that. Annnnnnnnyway…yes…toast is good for you and will spare those horrific excess calories that could lead you to look like a Good Year Blimp that’s eaten a few tons of grandma’s best spotted dick(Mmmmmm…spotted dick).

Really and truly, I don’t really eat much else in the way of breakfast. I have the occasional cereal and me favourite is Weatabix. If I’m feeling a wee bit Scottish, I like to try haggis with a sprinkling of sugar. Nah, I am lying. I mean, I like to try porridge just now and gain although the picture of that Scottish geezer hurling a shot-put with a frighteningly short kilt was always enough to give me nightmares. That particular brand was banned at the same time as The Exorcist for giving teenage girls ongoing mental problems. I only jest, of course, before that manufacturer decides to sue me or, perish the thought, Dooyoo.

As I’ve been so Spartan in my choices of breakfast, I have gone to the trouble of looking a few more up for you. If you go to http://www.mrbreakfast.com/ there’s a picture of a smiling chap in a “Merry Breakfast” t-shirt with both thumbs up grinning insanely at the reader. This looks like a very American site although you have to hand it to our Yankee friends as they are more imaginative in the breakfast stakes. One of my fondest memories is of finding a pancake house in Orlando some years ago now and being gently amazed that the number of different flavoured pancakes on offer. My good lady was particularly taken with Maple syrup sauce. In fact, I’m sure she’s never recovered from that morning and the huge pile of pancakes that got served up for just a couple of dollars. I shudder to think how many calories were involved but, hey, we were on holiday!

Oh well, that’s enough of me droning on about nothing in particular. I have a movie review planned sometime soon and I’m sure it will make a lot more sense than this.

Until then…Ciao..or is that Dooyoo? Or Ciao anyway.

Marandina.

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