Hey ho, squiders. How goes it? Spoooooookily?
One can only hope.
Today I have an awful analogy for you. It may pan out in the end, but I guess we’ll find out together.
I’m not the best at breakfast. Like many neurodivergent people, my ability to accurately predict how much time I need to get some place is often skewed. If I have fifteen minutes before I need to go, I will start something new and then go too long, or have issues switching gears, or have forgotten that going means I need to have to have gone to the bathroom and changed my shoes and brushed my teeth, and I am invariably late.
This has been an issue my whole life. As such, as a child and a teenager I just didn’t eat breakfast, because I was hardly ever ready to go in a timely enough fashion, and also I didn’t tend to be hungry anyway.
In college I rowed on the crew team, and I’d get up at 4 am, practice for an hour and a half, and then have to eat breakfast or I would die. (I had to eat 4000-ish calories a day to maintain my weight. Oh, those days.) That’s when I started to eat breakfast on a regular basis.
But breakfast and I still have kind of a weird relationship. It never feels like I’m doing it right, so I’ll do something for months or years and then switch it up to something new and, in theory, more healthy.
My current breakfast is a piece of brioche bread with creamy peanut butter on it. I don’t particularly like toast so that’s why it’s just bread, and peanut butter apparently has more protein in it than egg whites, which is what I was doing before. (Though not consistently, because Cooking and see above about time management and getting out of the house.)
So far this has been working fine. Generally I buy organic creamy Jif or something along those lines, which is great. But recently we acquired a Costco membership, so I picked up a 2 pack of Kirkland creamy organic peanut butter instead.
This, squiders, was a mistake.
You know what organic nut butters tend to do?
Separate.
The Jif never separates, I’m just saying.
Also the Kirkland just doesn’t taste as good.
Here we reach our terrible analogy. Two jars of discount peanut butter are not as good as a single jar of my normal peanut butter. We can equate that cutting corners is never the way to go, and you will regret it. (For months, because those jars are ginormous and take forever to get through.)
And, since I have to mix the peanut butter together every morning, it takes longer than it would have if I bought my normal stuff too (which does not separate).
(Is it organic, or natural? Not sure, actually. Whatever doesn’t have a ton of ingredients in it.)
So, yeah, sometimes trying to do things easier, or cheaper, or lazier, or whatever, just isn’t worth it in the end.
Hope your week is going well, squiders. See you next week!
