Cereal

I love cereal.

I mean. I. really. love. cereal.

It’s basically been the only food I’ve eaten with any consistency (that I “prepare” myself, of course) for the last five years. In fact, I think there are only a handful of days where I haven’t had a bowl (or three) of cereal in the last 1,825 days. I got really good at pouring the exact right amount of milk per bowl of cereal. But if we are being honest, I usually poured extra so I would have to pour more cereal in later.

But today something terrible happened.

Today while I was eating a bowl of Sugar Smacks for lunch I realized something I’ve been trying to hide from myself.

I’m kind of over cereal.

And have been for like two weeks. Two weeks!

Why have I been trying to hide this from myself? Because now I have nothing to eat!

I feel like a part of me has died.

And that I might die. Of starvation.