Ask anyone who knows me well, and they’ll answer unequivocally: I love breakfast. Eggs in any form delight me, oatmeal is a weekly staple, and the smell of soft, warm sprouted grain bread popping out of the toaster… I’m smiling just thinking about it.
I realized recently that while I enjoy the thought of breakfast, I haven’t necessarily been making the most of the experience. I’ve been experimenting with easy ways to bring mindfulness into my life, and I decided to give mindfully eating breakfast a try.
It didn’t sound particularly appealing to pay such conscious attention to my eating process. Would I feel gross or greedy? I wondered. Or…horror of horrors… what if I realized I only liked the idea of breakfast? What if actually didn’t love breakfast that much? Read more