Ella Walker wouldn’t make it to lunch if she skipped breakfast
I still basically run on school time: Breakfast at 8am, snack at 11.30am, lunch at 2pm, ANOTHER snack at 4pm, then dinner, then pudding, then maybe a cup of tea and a biscuit before bed.
I can’t substitute meals for coffee (to be fair, I can’t drink coffee at all, the jitters are too bad), and even a missed snack will leave my stomach grumbling – that and I’ll get well snappy at you.
So you can imagine how dire things would be for both me and anyone in the near vicinity if I skipped breakfast. Especially as I also need some kind of fuel to cycle the four miles to work. Without something in my system, I’d be incapable of concentrating on anything and would likely pass out by 10am anyway, so perhaps you wouldn’t have to deal with my hangry state after all.
That’s not to say I enjoy breakfast, not on weekdays anyway. It’s more an irrefutable, absolutely necessary morning step, as important as putting clothes on, or brushing my teeth. And, boringly (or efficiently, depending on your point of view), I have the same thing Monday to Friday: Yoghurt, granola, glass of water. Done.
Sure, in an ideal world I’d awake early enough to scoff an array of Danish pastries, boiled eggs and soldiers, bacon, exotic fruits and stacks of French toast. But I’m even worse on little sleep than I am on no breakfast.