I’ve gotta be honest: I struggle to make recipes that aren’t breakfast. We’ve talked about breakfast before. I love breakfast; I LIVE for breakfast; anything that isn’t breakfast is just a stepping stone on the way to my next breakfast. I’ve never understood people who go without eating breakfast. I’m like… aren’t you hungry and sad, though? Don’t you know what you’re missing?
This week, after two and a half years of eating mindfully, I finally reached my goal weight. That means that I’m 22 pounds down from where I was at my heaviest in 2014. Exciting, right? I felt like I should have been excited when I stepped on the scale, but then I came to the staggering realization that, even though I focused on getting there for so long, I just didn’t care about that number anymore. Why?