I’m a night owl. I really don’t like breakfast. Been depressed all my life, but then, a few years before she died, my mother told me that when she finally got to bring me home from the hospital, (I was a premie) “you wouldn’t let me hold you”, so she didn’t. Yeah. Bummer. Explained a lot.
My mother didn’t like me, did nothing but tell me I was going to hell. . OK because I didn’t like her either. My dad absolutely loved me. He was in the restaurant biz and made great breakfasts and dinners for me. I still don’t eat lunch.
Breakfast at 10 or 11, dinner at 7. I weigh 112, am really never hungry, have to remind myself to eat. My dad said, “Buy the best food you can afford and do as little as possible to it.” My MD said he’d never seen anyone my age as healthy as I am. Take one prescription drug and 11 nutritional supplements, and have for decades.
My mother admitted that she never read bedtime stories or sang me to sleep. She had her sister (who turned out to be a sociopath though I had always known she was cold) watch me while she worked who after a little while stated she couldn’t watch me anymore because it was too much work what with having her own 1 year old. Mom admitted that sometimes when she’d pick me up I would be in my carrier and she’d get a funny feeling that I had been kept in there all day. So then I was foisted off onto another aunt. At this second aunt’s house I remember being so hungry it was uncomfortable, I mean it could have been just one day or it may have been most days, whatever it was left an impression on me cuz I still remember it today even though I must have been only maybe 3 years old. On top of that I wandered around her house with nothing to do and nobody to play with. I knew what utter boredom was from an early age. Then as I got a little older I remember Long Summers where I had nobody to talk to or play with because I was so shy and apparently mom was too busy. Made a friend four doors down but she had asthma and her mom wouldn’t let her run and always made her come in the house after maybe a half an hour of play.
Me too, but I love breakfast, mostly because when I was working, I worked the 3-11 p.m. shift. When I got home, I couldn't go right to bed, but sat up, catching up with the news, and TV shows, and I always read before I turn out the light at night. I never ate breakfast then, nor drank coffee at home. I'd pick up a sandwich or a salad on the way into work, and eat that when I could while working. It wasn't until I retired that I started having breakfasts and coffee every day.
I retired 21 years ago, and kept the same night schedule. I don't go to bed until 4 or 5 a.m., so when I get up around 11 a.m. or noon, I'm ready for breakfast. I don't make this every day, but I'll have two slices of thick bacon, one egg, one or two sausages, homemade hash browns and a slice of toasted Italian bread. If I have a big breakfast like that, then I have something light in the evening. No lunch ever. If I have a bagel for breakfast or a buttermilk biscuit, I'll have a slightly bigger supper.