
I grew up eating sugary cereal breakfasts
But we always had the ‘full English’ on Sundays
Eggs, bacon, sausage, baked beans, mushrooms, fried bread and black pudding swimming in fat
Its a wonder my arteries survived that weekly greasing
Upon flying the nest I stopped eating breakfast
It got in the way between sleeping and rushing to work
But I still had the Sunday brunch full English fry up
My arteries were attacked weekly but miraculously never clogged
I lived in France for five years in my forties
Discovering the joys of French cuisine and wine
The French cook everything in butter
I put on a lot of weight in that first year of the French adventure
I became more health conscious
I took early morning runs and ate oatmeal for breakfast
Amazingly shedding excess pounds while eating my way through France
I wonder if all that French butter kept my arteries flowing
I moved to New York in 2001 and fell in love with American cuisine
Diners were my favorite place to eat breakfast
Crispy bacon, pancakes and eggs anyway you wished resulted in more weight gain
My arteries were probably yelling STOP with a New York accent
A sensible diet combined with daily running got me back on track
Trips to the diner, and jumbo fast food meals became infrequent treats
I travelled a lot but reluctantly ate many hotel junky food breakfasts
My arteries resisted the onslaught and somehow kept flowing
In retirement my knees were too worn out for any more running
Cycling and yoga became my exercise partners
Porridge with flax filled my daily breakfast plate
Bacon cooking aromas from afar made my arteries cringe
I experimented with pre-cycling meals to fuel my muscles
Protein shakes propelled me along Eastern Shore lanes
Although every day was a weekend I never returned to Sunday fry ups
Intense endurance training increased my arterial blood flows
I decided to give up eating red meat a couple of years ago
No more fried bacon and sausage breakfast treats
Vegan protein shakes are now my daily breakfast routine
My arteries have somehow survived decades of abuse