Super Mango Chicken-o-Matic?

The story today isn't really my lbs. I've been having trouble getting two meals under control--breakfast, the most important meal of the day, and lunch, my favorite meal of the day. I thought I had breakfast down pat, but, as it turns out, the lack of structure of the summer is harder to deal with than the hyper-structure of the other three seasons. So, I'm trying to add a little bit of mealtime structure back to my schedule. Today is the first day of the newly structured meal plan.

Breakfast:  bowl of Cheerios, cup of blackberries, and a cup of skimmed milk. The book I'm reading, The 4-Hour Body, suggests eating more for breakfast, and I'm good with that, believe me. But, I'm not as clear on what to eat.  Ferriss suggests three hard-boiled eggs. Can't do that. Nope. Ick. Next he suggests low-fat meat. For a few months several years ago, I ate a chicken breast for breakfast. That's not bad. It gets a little boring, but that's probably okay. His third suggestion was the protein shake.

Okay, I'm trying to drink one of those right now. I bought it at the grocery store yesterday. It's a mango flavored Mix One enhanced protein shake. It has a lot of sugar, so I was reluctant to buy it. I'm trying not to drink calories, another Ferriss suggestion, and one that I like a lot. Easy to remember and pretty easy to do. The taste, smell, and mouth-feel are killing me. This is like trying to down medicinal mango, sidewalk chalk, and Golytely colonoscopy preparation drink.

Tomorrow, I'm going back to chicken--easy to prepare and delicious. Breakfast is going to look a lot more like lunch. Perhaps, this is a sign. I love a good Mexican breakfast. The problem is the making of it, not the eating of it. I have time now, but I don't really have time to prepare food the rest of the year. At least, I've learned that the protein shake is not the way to go.

Lunch: Easy when the ingredients for a great sandwich are in the house. So, I went shopping yesterday. In fact, it's 11:00 AM, almost time for lunch. It has to taste better than the stuff I just forced down. I keep waiting for the blow back. With apologies to the good people of Max One, I'm never touching the stuff again.