I think it’s interesting how I’ve turned into a breakfast person over the years. I’ve spent most of my youth going to bed when the sun rose up. The word “breakfast” was certainly not part of my vocabulary back then. I remember hating on “breakfast” for many, many years. I thought it was pointless and excessive. Why eat when you’re gonna have lunch in a few hours later anyway? I’m ok with my morning coffee and orange juice, thanks very much.
These days, a I can’t live without a full breakfast. It’s my favorite meal of the day. A man cannot liven Starbucks Venti Americano and Marlboro Lights alone. Bring me that plate of meat, y’all! Mama needs her morning dose of protein!
I have no idea what triggered my love for breakfast. Hmmm. I have a theory that it has something to do with the fact that I spend more time in hotels than in my apartment. Free food everyone, free food! Breakfast buffets are also very colorful and pretty.
Another theory is that as I’e been waking up anywhere between 5 and 6 in the morning each day. Cue #oldpeopleproblems. I *love* waking up early. I always feel superior whenever I wake up before everyone else. I feel like a proper person, a real responsible adult. I’m also very productive in the mornings. When I wake up at such ungodly hour, it’s inevitable for hunger to strike, therefore it’s my cue to hit the buffet table.
Are you a breakfast person?
Cashmere sweater by Uniqlo
Silk tie scarf by Prada
Shorts by Alexander Wang
Petit Malle bag by Louis Vuitton
Shoes by Louis Leeman
Shot at Hotel Hermitage, Monte Carlo