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Bed and Breakfast

I used to eat oatmeal. I heard it was nutritious, Good for the heart. It tasted too bland. I tried spicing it up, Adding some sugar. But oatmeal was boring. I was too conservative, Stuck in a routine. I went out for breakfast. I wanted something new, To treat myself. Today I ate cinnamon roll French toast. It was hot, indulgent, rich, More like a dessert. But pastries for breakfast? I can’t have that every day, Just in moderation. Well, why can’t I? Couldn’t I find something to look forward to every morning? Couldn’t I actually enjoy eating breakfast? Is it responsible to indulge? Is it exciting to be healthy? Does it have to be one or the other? I consulted my heart. I couldn’t hear her advice, My stomach was grumbling.
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sarah-dulek
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Dec 1, 2011
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