Breakfast: It's What's For Dinner

It's time to let my inner fat kid out.

Day 9: Something that you crave

Breakfast foods are some of the best man has to offer. Some have an entire day's requirement of protein in one serving. Some are just glorified desserts, and I love every bit of it.

By now it's common knowledge that your meals should start big, and get smaller as the day goes on. By that logic, I should eat as much as I want for breakfast with zero guilt, as long as I eat modestly the rest of the day.
I will admit, some mornings I wake up without much of an appetite. I'll feel like having something light, like egg whites. Then I come to my senses and save that sissy crap for lunch. To me, breakfast needs to be about overindulging. I figure the more I eat for breakfast the less I'll eat later, when I've got less time to burn the calories.

You know anything goes during breakfast because one of the most popular things to have is cake.  Cake that's been drenched in sugary syrup and smothered in butter, and often comes with chocolate bits mixed in.

Fucking smart.

It's breakfasts of this caliber that take my inner fat kid and make her their bitch. It takes less than ten bites of pancake before I start to feel full. However, the meal hardly ever ends when I'm full. It ends when I hate myself. Each time I go overboard I swear off pancakes like they're the devil, but it doesn't take long before the effect wears off and I come crawling back like an abused lover. My personal favorite ass-kicking venue? Waffle Iron in Prescott Arizona.

Even an all-encompassing breakfast can't have everything though, right? Wrong.
A wise man once said, "You know what this needs? Booze."

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