I didn’t even like breakfast. It was, like any other bother in life, a detail I preferred to leave out of my daily routine. The time involved was time I could be doing other things (sleeping!). Yogurt was my paying-the-bills. Now it’s my lifeline. I dream about waffles and granola. Without it I am a grumpy, tired mess. I realize now someone, somewhere, was telling the truth about the importance of a good start to the day.
So, if you see me and I’m not either of those things, you can go ahead and thank these guys for my (hopefully) pleasant demeanor.