I’m training for the Brooklyn Half Marathon, and this morning I did one of my longer runs. Afterwards, I prepared a protein heavy large breakfast, to keep up my strength. And my sanity. When I don’t eat, I’m intolerable.

The day before, I woke up in a foul mood. I pouted. I stomped around. I criticized E for wearing that white robe to make coffee, even though breakfast is the most appropriate time to wear a robe. I complained about my clothes, my hair, my career. “Why are the birds CHIRPING so LOUDLY?!” I whined.

“Everything just sucks now, doesn’t it?” E said sarcastically.
“And we don’t have any food!” I spat back.

I realized then I hadn’t eaten much for dinner the night before. I was hungry. My low blood sugar was making me a terror. But we had little in the fridge I was willing to eat. “We’re going to Almondine for croissants. Put your shoes on!” I declared.

We walked hand in hand on our way to the best pastisserie in DUMBO. I complained about the crowds and the weather the entire way there. “Can you find anything positive about today?” E asked.

Once I bit into one of Almondine’s warm almond croissants, my mood lifted. “Feeling better?” E asked. I finished the entire thing–not exactly healthy, but it jolted my blood sugar enough to turn my mood around. E walked me to the subway. “Don’t kill anyone at work today, dear.”

Learning my lesson from the day before, I made a hearty breakfast for the two of us. Turkey, bacon and eggs, scrambled slightly runny, just like E likes it, all on an English muffin. I almost considered putting cheese on that bad boy to add some gooeyness to the breakfast sandwich. But I held back. The sandwich tasted amazing. Anything with bacon usually does.

“This is a heartier breakfast than yesterday,” E remarked. “The company is much better, too.”

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