What's for dessert?

Day Ten:

I just finished eating a fudge brownie topped with a piece of cheese cake.

It was delicious.

Mere minutes have passed and something in my stomach is already saying it was a mistake. Perhaps my midsection and mind are all confused by the mixed messages found in how I started my day when contrasted to how I’m finishing…

Since the beginning of the school year I’ve been doing a smoothie for breakfast regiment a friend turned me on to. This concoction is full of fruits, vegetables, yeast flakes, whey protein powder, and good-for-the-body-and-mind oils.

Why the regiment?

This sunrise session stemmed mostly from wanting to break the habit of my missing the morning manna, and because I was tired of being tired by 10 a.m.; the hope was that a good-for-you breakfast would be a great way to start the day.

So far the starts have been great.

Since sippin’ the smoothie I feel more energized throughout the morning and I’m even beginning to appreciate the transformation from a guy that could only wake, shower, and leave, to a guy that now makes sure he has his breakfast.

But as great as the mornings are, I’m bummed on how the sweet tooth seems to prevail when the sun sets.

Tonight I’m learning (and if you were to ask my stomach, it would say ‘the hard way’) that the fruit-full efforts of my morning are being counteracted when I succumb to my sweet-mouth (I fear it really is quite worse than just a single sweet tooth).

I need to learn that I can have a cup of calcium without its cavity-laden cookie counterpart, that it's okay to grow a milk mustache without also having the pie.

Looking forward to fixing tonight’s wrong with a right breakfast…