I have a thing for cereal. Every morning since I can remember I have eaten a bowl of cereal. My husband often pokes fun at me because if it were up to me, most of my meals would consist of cereal. I am very picky about the cereal to milk ratio, but believe I could make a perfect bowl blindfolded. I already pay little attention to what I am doing and base how much I have put into the bowl by sound.
I don't have a favorite cereal, but I do have a weakness for Coco Pebbles. I don't know what it is, but every time I have Coco Pebbles I have two bowls. The first is my average size bowl, which is probably larger for me than most. The second is always a "small bowl," which is still larger than my mother's regular serving. Typically I will eat Coco Pebbles in the evenings as a dessert or snack. But this morning it was breakfast. Knowing my tendancies, I committed to only one bowl. A commitment I failed to keep.
Is it because it is chocolate and I am a women? Is it because Coco Pebbles aren't filling enough? Does it leave me unsatisfied so I must have more? Or it I am so satisfied I over indulge?
O the perplexities of life.
