The breakfast

I guess i have my own vanity and my friend Andrea to thank for these ridiculous thoughts... Andrea's really not to blame... i'm just not good at taking responsibility for myself. I KNOW no one wants to hear about anyone's weight loss or gain or food intake for that matter! It's really not that exciting....but i'm going to bore you with it anyways.
Awhile back, i asked friends for help regarding post partum weight loss. I got the token "Give yourself 9 months." (...yeah, i may be pregnant by then!) I also got the hardcore workout schedule from one friend. (not gonna happen.) I had already tried the "Pretend you have actually lost weight by buying HUGE pants." and also the "Buy way to skinny pants so that you are so uncomfortable during the day and remember that you need to lose weight." tricks.
Neither of them were working.
Instead... i was gaining.
Then i got a message from Andrea. She told me "Drink lots of water, resist overloading on carbs, and eat *less* than you normally would...Oh yeah! and we will e-mail each other what we ate during the day! Well... I lost 5 lbs in 2 weeks. Then we quit e-mailing menus. Now i'm at a standstill. (p.s. i know why i am at a standstill but i'm not telling that the reason is nachos.) ANYways... I usually have toast in the morning, but I've been trying to lower my carbs intake (which is "epic" as the kids today like to say) so i've been eating eggs. Today it was a soft boiled egg. Usually my kids LOVE hardboiled eggs and i smash up a whole dozen at a time and it doesn't strike me this same way. Today though, my kids found Honey Nut Cheerios more tempting and I was left to have an egg by myself. It is strange cooking breakfast for *one* when i'm used to doing it for 7! I took the perfect compact little breakfast so generously provided by a hard working chicken, boiled it in my little pot and when the time was right, took it out with a spoon and rinsed it under cold water. It was at this point that the whole thing started to feel like some kind of miniature Japanese tea party. So ceremonious was this undertaking of my personal breakfast! First, i used a knife to soundly crack my egg and split it in two. Then, i carefully weilded a spoon and gently scooped out both sides into my bowl. I then took a fork and smashed some butter, salt and pepper into my egg. Is it REALLY this complicated to eat an egg? I need a knife, a fork AND a spoon? All i could think was... "I could have eaten a whole LOAF of bread by now. This is ridiculous!" But it WAS delicious.