The Breakfast of Bad-asses

I have given up eating starch with breakfast. I am completely sick of the way it tastes, and once I start eating it, I just want to keep eating it, so I've started putting it off until lunch. This morning I was craving carbs though, but instead of eating quinoa or buckwheat or rice cakes like I had been doing, I ate a tablespoon of flax meal. I thought to myself, I really have become quite the bad-ass because this doesn't seem weird at all.

When I say I'm sick of the way it tastes, I'm not talking about wheat bread, risen with yeast, full of doughy yummy goodness. Or any other kind of un-risen, gluten containing food, or even any non-gluten foods risen with yeast. I've been yeast-free for two years. My nutritionist suggested it, and I thought she was nuts but I've had dramatic results so I stuck with it. But now some new tests I've taken are indicating I really need to try going gluten free too. So basically me and bread are not on speaking terms. I've got some great recipes using quinoa, teff, and buckwheat that are gluten and yeast free (Sondra Lewis rocks!) but eating them before noon kind of reminds me of eating pickled herring in the car when you're motion sick.

So what the hell am I eating for breakfast? This morning I had Chilean sea bass, strawberries, protein drink, and... a tablespoon of flax meal.

The sea bass was actually the first bad-ass moment of the day. When I stuck a bite in my mouth and tried to eat it like I'd eat a bite of frozen waffle (bite, chew, swallow) I almost gagged. I look at it and thought to myself that it tasted good and it certainly cost enough, so I must be doing something wrong. On my second bite I ate it like I eat sushi. Pause right before it hits my tongue, with anticipation. Let it sit there for a second and then carefully press it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, tasting it. Then slowly and delicately chew, pausing occasionally to taste it some more. Shi-zam, that's some good food.

And suddenly it really sunk in to the deepest part of me that simple food really does taste better. It tastes better because you can taste it. I've sort of timidly asserted this fact as an opinion, which I only ever brought up as a defense when people would ask me, with incredulity, how I can eat such boring food all the time. "Well I kind of have to if I want to feel good even a little bit, and besides it's kind of cool that you can actually taste what you're eating instead of just all the seasoning."