i-i-i-i-f you don't eat a good breakfast.
Or so I was taught by the commercials that came on when I was watching Saturday morning cartoons. Something about a kid playing baseball and having to make a big catch. And I don't remember whether or not he caught the ball or not. Probably yes, because who makes a commercial about eating breakfast that has a tragic ending? Drug abuse, sure, but breakfast? Probably not so much.
Anyway, I'm writing to extol the virtues of working at a hospital, where I get breakfast nearly every morning at the cafeteria. And nearly every morning that I get my breakfast from the cafeteria, I get the same thing: An omelet with just about everything (ham, mushrooms, green peppers, tomatos, onions, cheese) but olives, and usually 2 biscuits with gravy. I know that sounds like a lot, and it probably is. But it also sustains me throughout the day. I can eat that, and then just have a relatively small lunch: usually a sandwich or something, with no sides, and even eat a reasonably-sized dinner. All because I got a nice hearty breakfast in me. The days that the master omeleteer (Debbie) is out, and I opt to not get one because the other cooks generally leave them undercooked and runny, my day goes some much less smooth. Who knows if this is healthy or not, but it seems to work pretty well for keeping my blood sugar under control, which is pretty much my #1 health priority these days.
Anyway, I generally wake up hungry and getting breakfast first thing when I get to work is definitely one of the highlights of my day.