No time for breakfast. That has been my anthem this week.
Every morninng I wake up with bigg plann. I will make teaa, breaad, eggs, sit down like a propper adullt. But then phone beeps. Client message. Deadline. I say let me just reply this one. Before I know, it is 11am and my stomach is shouting.
Today was worse. I woke up late. I wanted to make noodles, at least. But NEPA took light and I needed to charge my laptop for a meeting. So I just drank water and started working. Water is not breakfast but it held me.
I remember when I was small, my mum would not let us leave house without breakfast. Even if it is garri, you must eat. Now adulting has turned me to someone who says "I will eat later" and later never comes.
The funny thing is, when I finally eat around 2pm, I am eating breakfast and lunch together. Brunch they call it, but my own na survival brunch.
I think I need to do better. Because this no time for breakfast lifestyle is not healthy. My body cannot keep running on water and air. Maybe tomorrow I will wake up earlier, make that tea.
But for today, no time for breakfast again.
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