My Last Bowl of Crunch Berries

I love Captain Crunch, always have.  Some may tell you that it cuts the roof of your mouth.  I think that adds to the allure of the cereal.  I mean, everyone can use a little danger in their mornings.  It's like waking up and injecting yourself into your own action movie.  Only instead of being shot at, jumping through windows, and being in car chases, it's your own little subtle battle.  Anyway, that part of my mornings is now going to have to be over.

Now it's back to oatmeal.  For me it's like going from "The Bourne Identity" to some "Talkie" black and white movie from the 30's. You sit there eating and there is no excitement.  You do it because its good for you.  It expands your horizons. It lowers your blood pressure.  When you are done with your one cup (which probably expands to about 3 cups in your stomach, coating it in a paste like substance that keeps you from feeling the need to eat for about 4 hours), you look at your bowl and you say, "Is that it?"  Just like the movie.  You turn off the TV and just sit in the dark for a couple of minutes.  As you get up you remind yourself that it was good for you, and the next time you are at some art gallery or cocktail party you can spout off about how good "The Jazz Singer" was, and how much better you are than those people who didn't actually see it.  (I'm adding it to our Netflix cue now)

So, I'm back on track with the eating healthy, and the exercising regularly.  Because, to be fair, in my condition nobody would even cast me in a sweet action movie.  Maybe once I am "castable" I can go back to that morning excitement every once in a while.