This sounds so dumb, but I’m ashamed to admit I just can’t eat breakfast on my own. I know breakfast is “the most important meal of the day.” I do know this. I just can’t do it.

If say someone brings me a big muffin and a cup of tea, I’ll eat it. If I have a breakfast meeting at a restaurant, I’ll order an omelet and be quite satisfied. If I’m visiting friends, and someone slices a grapefruit, I’ll gladly partake. If it’s Sunday and I’ve driven into town to get the New York Times, I might stop off for bagels and again be thrilled to bring them home to the fam (Note: This bagel story has never actually happened. It’s a complete fantasy on my part. But doesn’t it sound nice? The NYT and bagels? Mmm. How precious of me.)

The truth is I just can’t eat breakfast. I’m not hungry when I get up. I get involved in work and then forget to eat. And it all seems to take so much effort. The cereal box. The soy milk. The yogurt. It’s all I can do to feed the dog, who has no such issues with eating in the morning. She’s hungry–she gets her meal. End of story.

So I was so pleased to see How to Feel Like Eating Breakfast, because don’t manage to eat until 11 a.m., at which case I’m hungrily eyeing a coworker.

But, of course, this absence of food for roughly 17 hours overnight since dinner affects my work, as I turn into a crazy person.

So I’m going to try to eat breakfast. That’s all anyone can do.