French Toast and Coffee...mmm

Our Saturday morning breakfast today.

So first and foremost, I've decided to post when I have something to say, not just once a week. Today's inspiration is coffee and Saturday morning breakfast...mmm.

So coffee, I have an interesting history with coffee and it goes a little something like this - cause you know I have a story for everything, yes, even coffee...

When I was a kid and I'd visit my father on the weekends, my little brother and I were allowed to have small cups of coffee with our breakfast. My dad's coffee was bomb. Never had coffee like my dad's.

He made it from scratch on the stovetop, Puerto Rican coffee. Still till this day haven't had a cup of coffee like my dad's. One of my goal's for 2021 is to teach myself how to make it from scratch like my dad and see if I can finally find that coffee from my childhood.

So we had coffee as kids but only at our dad's and they were small cups. Not sure if this is a culture thing, but it made me feel like a big girl, lol.🙃 And it was so good. My father left the country when I was 11 going on 12, like I said before, so after that the next time I tasted coffee was when I was 15 and working my first housekeeping job at a hotel.

I would drink it on my breaks. I can remember that it would give me a headache and stomachache so I wasn't really feeling it back then. Didn't really care for it. Then I had kids young, which is a story I'll share another time, my teen mom story. I had kids young and eventually I became drawn to coffee to help wake me up during my mornings.

I "think" I started drinking it regularly around age 18? Not the age I became a mother, but I think that's when I started to drink it. By age 22, I was a coffee fein, drinking, not gonna lie, up to two pots a day. And it didn't go to my waist cause I also had an eating disorder in my early twenties, something I'll also share another time...

I cut back on coffee in my mid to late thirties when my newfound weight problem began, cause I realized my body and metabolism were changing and later of course found out I had stomach issues as well. Bringing me to the present and my inspiration for this post - intermittent fasting with coffee. I've had to choose between my love of coffee and healing my stomach and of course I choose health.

My next scope (endoscopy) is in June and I know if I continue to drink it in the mornings or even three or four cups a day, then I'm gonna be told it's still bad or worse again. I know it's not helping matters. Also, it's hindering my fasting. Even with a little bit of cream, I know I'll see better results with my weight loss if I sacrifice my, dun, dun, dun, beloved coffee.

My health and loving myself are more important to me than my coffee. So I tested this out yesterday...my stomach's been bothering me lately and I said F this, I'm not having coffee in the morning. The problem was that I'm not eating till two during the week (I fast Monday-Friday) but still having my morning coffee, which was wreaking havoc on my stomach.

But I also "felt" like I literally couldn't function or wake up without my coffee. But, you see, this is all in the mind. It's mind over matter. I knew that was bull**t, so yesterday I woke up and did not have coffee till about 1:30-2:00. Instead, I started my day with water, chamomile tea (which is gentle on the stomach) and I moved my a**. I just woke up and started moving and did all of my morning things and tasks that I do normally, and before you knew it I felt "awake."

When I realized I was fine without it, it was actually sort of empowering, lol.🥳😎 But I was still excited nevertheless at 2:00 p.m. when I had my coffee with a little cream and sugar. Yes, that was so yummy. By the end of the day though, I felt my pants get looser and my stomach didn't hurt, so I knew I made the right choice.

As for my "Saturday mornings," the inspiration for that part of my post is that for the past over ten years now I've always made Saturday mornings our pancake day and Sunday mornings are our egg day. But last week I switched it up cause pancakes every Saturday got boring.

My kids let me know this...and honestly I was sort of sick of it too. So now we'll have one Saturday pancakes, the next waffles, the next French toast. Today was our French toast day, so yummy. Definitely good to switch things up in life, otherwise things get repetitive and boring...

Till next time...

With Love,

Carmen