Missing breakfast

It's Monday morning and my errant inner toddler is not havin' it. She is face down, kicking and screaming while I'm trying my hardest to adult. So many reasons my heart is heavy this morning - most of which are useless to share...but I'm choosing one random item: I miss breakfast. I miss curling up on the couch on Saturday mornings with a cup of coffee while my husband prepared some eggy, bacony green chile feast. I miss watching the resident feline (God rest her hairy soul) green eyes fixed and face as close as possible to my son's plate. I miss the male couch pile. Food was love. And now with this new eating and health plan - food is a neccesary evil. If I relent - even a little bit - the consequences right now are crushing to my little ego. This morning I feel defeated - but even more so - I feel irrelevent. Most days it doesn't matter because I am a grown woman who will not be run rough shod by some silly wistful day dream - but once in a while my inner toddler just wants to matter. She had dreams.... growing up to be me wasn't one of them.