I don’t know why I do it, but every time I drink coffee on an empty stomach it sends my blood sugar level racing down to zero. I understand this. I know what it feels like, and yet I still do it. And why? Because I don’t always eat breakfast, and I do so love coffee. Just the thought of grinding the beans, and then plugging in the coffee maker so that the water can heat up and start its journey to the final destination of the carafe. That is a pleasant thought.
But if I don’t eat with the coffee, then the crap starts. And that is where I am right now. What the heck do I want to eat? Do I want to go get dressed and go out in public to purchase some food, or do I just make something from what I have here in the house? Such confusion, such angst over a little twinge of hunger….
What is a guy to do?