To breakfast or not to breakfast
When it comes to the way we view our diet, it can be easy to consider skipping the cereal or croissant first thing in the morning. Considering the mass of food generally eaten around dinnertime it only makes sense.
Or so I thought.
There was a time not so long ago when breakfast would simply consist of a coffee or two and a few cigarettes. Looking back now, I can see the mood swings that had taken place because of this god-forsaken, paganistic sacrifice I had made on a daily basis.
Sure it was rocknroll to do so. Sure it was satisfying those basic habitual instincts that come with addictive stimulants, maybe even solidifying them to a point of becoming a permanent part of my genetic makeup.
But considering the loss of life on a day-to-day basis as well as the act of burning the candle at both ends, I would not recommend this lifestyle choice to generations to come. Although not sure how many years this daily ritual has taken off my life, I know it will be some time before I can gain these years back.
In Australia, for my generation, we are expected to retire after the age of 67 - at which point we can receive our untaxed annuity (is that a word?) pension that we have been working through our adulthood to achieve.
There are a few hiccups that are needed to be resolved before we can realistically believe in this idea, based on the grounds that we are relatively healthier and will live longer than previous generations. Binge drinking, cigarette smoking and illicit drug abuse seem to be the same as always. So how do we get the kids off it?
For me and my R-rated breakfast, I found the idea that a chocolate croissant and fructose-funfilled orange juice couldn't be too bad an option. And I stick with that opinion.
Another example of sacrificing for the lesser evil is in Portugal, where all 'illegal' drugs have been decriminalised. With less kids going to jail for petty drug charges and less of a "let's break the law!" attitude on the streets, I definitely think it is a wise option.
Something to believe in, even.
Or so I thought.
There was a time not so long ago when breakfast would simply consist of a coffee or two and a few cigarettes. Looking back now, I can see the mood swings that had taken place because of this god-forsaken, paganistic sacrifice I had made on a daily basis.
Sure it was rocknroll to do so. Sure it was satisfying those basic habitual instincts that come with addictive stimulants, maybe even solidifying them to a point of becoming a permanent part of my genetic makeup.
But considering the loss of life on a day-to-day basis as well as the act of burning the candle at both ends, I would not recommend this lifestyle choice to generations to come. Although not sure how many years this daily ritual has taken off my life, I know it will be some time before I can gain these years back.
In Australia, for my generation, we are expected to retire after the age of 67 - at which point we can receive our untaxed annuity (is that a word?) pension that we have been working through our adulthood to achieve.
There are a few hiccups that are needed to be resolved before we can realistically believe in this idea, based on the grounds that we are relatively healthier and will live longer than previous generations. Binge drinking, cigarette smoking and illicit drug abuse seem to be the same as always. So how do we get the kids off it?
For me and my R-rated breakfast, I found the idea that a chocolate croissant and fructose-funfilled orange juice couldn't be too bad an option. And I stick with that opinion.
Another example of sacrificing for the lesser evil is in Portugal, where all 'illegal' drugs have been decriminalised. With less kids going to jail for petty drug charges and less of a "let's break the law!" attitude on the streets, I definitely think it is a wise option.
Something to believe in, even.
