Monday, March 18, 2013
Still not used to the daylights saving time switch, I got up late this morning. I hurriedly threw on a pot of coffee brewing, but still went out the door with frazzled fuzzy hair, no makeup and no breakfast. I sipped my coffee through the drizzling rain on the drive to campus, but I was dragging. Being a regular coffee drinker, I doubt caffeine has a stimulating effect on me anymore anyway.
During my first class at 8am, I copied notes like a zombie as I was not trying to process the information. I was transcribing, but not learning. We had a few in class exercises, and I stared at the problems like they were written in an alien language. I just wanted to crawl back in a warm bed for another hour. I contemplated skipping my next class.
I didn't really feel hungry. Not the way I used to know hunger. There wasn't a growling tummy, or overpowering fixation to eat something. I just felt like a pink Energizer bunny, beating the drum more slowly as my batteries died down. Ultimately, I think this is why calorie in-calorie out didn't work for me; if I ate fewer calories, my metabolism just shut down to operate on fewer calories. I seem to be a high efficiency, economy model rather than a calorie guzzler.
I dragged myself into the campus convenience store to find something to eat. I frowned at the options available: several varieties of potato or corn chips, candy bars, muffins, donuts, and breakfast bars. There was a ham and cheese croissant, but it was an oversized croissant. Even healthy snacks such as nuts were coated in sugar when reading the ingredient list. The only options left were beef jerky and a tuna salad kit with crackers. I didn't particularly enjoy the thought of chewing on leathery, dry jerky, so I opted for the tuna salad kit.
Popping open the can and using the provided spoon to scoop the tuna onto crackers didn't exactly make my mouth water. I was reminded of the movie "District 9" where the Department of Alien Affairs officer becomes a 'prawn', and is appalled to be eating cat food. The aliens loved cat food, but the human turned alien was less than thrilled. I wanted my own healthy, delicious breakfast, which I could have had if I woke up on time.
Even though my late 'breakfast' was less than brunch review worthy, it had the desired effect. I immediately felt revitalized, something my coffee failed to do. I made it to class more awake and alert. Perhaps my professor was dragging from daylights savings and lack of breakfast, too, because he ended class 10 minutes early.
This afternoon I'll be busy preparing my breakfasts in advance for this week: pastry-less quiches and hard boiled eggs. I need to roll out of bed earlier so this doesn't happen again, but if I had any eggs peeled and ready to eat this morning, I could have just popped one in my mouth.
Are you a regular breakfast eater? Do you find your energy drags without breakfast, too?