The Breakfast That Wrecks Me — On Glucose, Sequence, and the First Vote of the Day
I keep calling it “healthy” out of habit. A banana, a bowl of cereal with a reassuring claim printed on the box, coffee sweetened once with sugar and once more with an artificial sweetener for good measure, a glass of orange juice because it looks like the vitamin section of the meal. Nothing on that table would fail a food pyramid inspection from 1995. And it destroys me in real time — not morally, metabolically. An hour after eating it I am foggier than before I ate, hungrier than I was on an empty stomach, reaching for something else before ten o’clock. The problem was never that I lacked discipline at that table. The problem is that the table was never mine to control. It was built to move fast, and speed is exactly what it delivers. …