Ain't That A Kick In The Pants?

I'm home today, recovering from a nasty migraine this morning that left me nauseous and covered in flop-sweat. Perusing my updated blog links today, I discover that Karyn revealed that she has started Weight Watchers. (Not that she needs to lose any weight, whatsoever...) When replying to the section of her post dealing with the weight loss, it brought to mind something that has been recently happening here at Casa KLee.

I am not a morning person. In no way, shape, or form. I do my best work in the wee hours of the morning between midnight and five am. I am truly a nocturnal animal. But, this is not really a good sleep pattern for someone who has to be on call to manage kidlets in the early morning hours and actually be productive. I am not exactly what you would call "happy"or "perky" when the alarm goes off, and I stumble, muttering death threats to to world at large, out of bed.

Another item that was not real big on my morning hit parade: breakfast. Yes, yes....I know that they (the ever-nebulous "they") say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but I feel nasty if I eat too early after waking. My stomach hurts, and I typically have rolling waves of nausea if I so much as THINK of eating right after getting up for the day. I have to have at least a half-hour, preferably an hour, before I begin to think of eating.

Juggling Freak has lectured me for almost all the years that we've been together about how bad this practice is for me, the not eating. I, believing all the "the less food you eat, the less weight you gain" adage all my life, have maintained that were I to eat too early, I would only be shedding myself of those calories later when the nausea bloomed fully. JF nagged at me to eat something, *anything* for breakfast. For years, breakfast and I were very spotty. We didn't talk, call, or even get together regularly -- more like as the fancy struck us.

I went on this way until I saw our secretary at school eating breakfast recently. She has a hard time digesting milk, so she brings in a container of yogurt which she spoons over cereal and eats as her breakfast. For some reason, I thought -- I could do that! So, I've been eating breakfast almost every day -- Special K with French Vanilla Fat-Free yogurt.

Several people have asked me if I'm losing weight. Well, no -- not according to clothing fitting any better, or anything. But, I look down at my belly rolls, and they don't seem quite so large anymore. Like a pregnant woman, most of my view was previously obscured by belly, and I now catch occasional glimpses of my feet. I can see more of my lower landscape than I used to be able to.

I'm just amazed that all I have changed has been breakfast. I'm eating more. Eating more often, and finding these changes wrought in my body. Eating breakfast, and losing weight. Who'd a thunk it?