Day 16. What else can you do?

I never eat breakfast.

There I admitted it.  I don't like eating breakfast.  My stomach takes longer to wake up than I do (and I take a while), so by the time I'm hungry, it's lunchtime.  And, beyond that, I just don't like the hassle of eating breakfast.  Or lunch.  It's not uncommon for me to wait until 2 or 3 to have my first meal of the day.    I know that's bad, but that's the way I normally roll.

I have been trying to improve, though.  I've been adding more exercise and more strenuous exercise, and I am acutely aware that not eating equals bad performance which equals getting yelled at by Jimmy.  (another post for another day)

This morning Carson and I went for a run, and when we got home, I decided to be a grown up and eat breakfast.  And because I was wanting grown up extra credit points, I decided to make myself oatmeal.  You know- instead of a kiddo selection like Rice Krispies.  Feeling quite proud of myself, I added my oatmeal and water to my bowl and stuck it in the microwave.  I hit the cook button and walked away.

I went back and opened the microwave.  The oatmeal had bubbled over.  Yuck.  I hate how oatmeal (and grits) becomes cement if you don't clean it up immediately.  So, I grabbed the bowl out, and I immediately took out the glass plate from the microwave.

And, that's when I saw it.

The oatmeal was smiling at me!  If I were so inclined, I could totally start a diatribe about how the Lord loves us for our attempts at holiness, not just our successes.  Or, I could talk about realizing that we aren't ever going to be perfect, and that's ok.  Or, we could go into a conversation about finding the silver lining in our cloud moments.  But, we're not going to go there.

We're sticking with "My oatmeal smiled at me!"