Breakfast
The most important meal of the day and Scarlett hasn't been eating well for breakfast for a really long time. She has lost some weight due to her diet restriction, cutting beef, chicken, dairy products (NO CHEESE!!), biscuits, cakes, chocolates and a few more as instructed by our Chinese doctor few months ago.
Her school bus schedule is also not doing her any favour for the last two years. They pick her up at 7am instead of 7.20am like before. I stopped giving her breakfast at home to save time and let her sleep a little longer. She packs a sandwich and eats in school before class. This means, most days, she only get peanut butter sandwich or butter and jam sandwich. I avoided hot food but once in awhile, I will make her omelette and pack in foil for her. Also, I have to attend to Chester since he wakes up at 6ish and I can't really prepare proper breakfast for Scarlett.
Now that her school holiday starts, I want to make sure she eats better breakfast. This morning, I made her sausage (replacing cheese) omelette and gave her some grapes and berries. I made myself a sunny side up egg, a slice of ham and half an overdue-pathetic-looking avocado I happen to find in the fridge. To make her day even better, I had my breakfast while playing this Chinese chess game with her since Chester was taking his morning nap.
Morning walks with the little guy has been great now that I have the time and not having to rush home to do work. I enjoy the walking, holding his hand and the sweating. I also enjoy taking the time to just look around and observe the surroundings which I have neglected. Things start to pop up in front of me, things like signages, random stickers, cracks on the floor, little plants by the sidewalk and more. It feels kind of great, I don't know why. It feels almost like taking my mind away from ME and my thoughts and take time to just look at these random, insignificant things to clear my mind from my thoughts.
It is no wonder people always tell us to go for a walk if we get too stressed up or we are upset about something. This really help. Not that I am suffering from any of them, which makes it even nicer for me. Oh Friday, you have been great.
Her school bus schedule is also not doing her any favour for the last two years. They pick her up at 7am instead of 7.20am like before. I stopped giving her breakfast at home to save time and let her sleep a little longer. She packs a sandwich and eats in school before class. This means, most days, she only get peanut butter sandwich or butter and jam sandwich. I avoided hot food but once in awhile, I will make her omelette and pack in foil for her. Also, I have to attend to Chester since he wakes up at 6ish and I can't really prepare proper breakfast for Scarlett.
Now that her school holiday starts, I want to make sure she eats better breakfast. This morning, I made her sausage (replacing cheese) omelette and gave her some grapes and berries. I made myself a sunny side up egg, a slice of ham and half an overdue-pathetic-looking avocado I happen to find in the fridge. To make her day even better, I had my breakfast while playing this Chinese chess game with her since Chester was taking his morning nap.
Morning walks with the little guy has been great now that I have the time and not having to rush home to do work. I enjoy the walking, holding his hand and the sweating. I also enjoy taking the time to just look around and observe the surroundings which I have neglected. Things start to pop up in front of me, things like signages, random stickers, cracks on the floor, little plants by the sidewalk and more. It feels kind of great, I don't know why. It feels almost like taking my mind away from ME and my thoughts and take time to just look at these random, insignificant things to clear my mind from my thoughts.
It is no wonder people always tell us to go for a walk if we get too stressed up or we are upset about something. This really help. Not that I am suffering from any of them, which makes it even nicer for me. Oh Friday, you have been great.






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