There's my problem. For me, and almost all other living people, that's it. The last hundred years covers the life of me and everyone I know. Every food custom, tradition and habit fits into that time frame, and simply discarding it just seems too flippant and too easy. 

For me, breakfast has always meant wheat based cereal with milk, wheat based pancakes with sugary syrup, fluffy biscuits with sweet jam, and don't forget the orange juice. That's not unique to me. That's the whole western world since the 1800's. 

Maybe it's dramatic, but I feel the need to say farewell to this kind of eating. I don't hate it. I hate how I feel, I hate how overly attached I get, and I really loathe the psychological warfare I wage on myself when I know I shouldn't eat it and wrestle with internal bull crap. 

I'm really bad at moderation. I like what I like, and I'm all grown up, and I interpret that to mean I should get what I want at all times, regardless of consequences. It's led to horrible health consequences, strengthened bad habits, and embarrassing financial situations (5 Buck, needing help, selling my Wii, etc...)

I remember doing this thing in my twenties where I'd eat a burger and fries and tell myself it was the last one I'd ever eat that, but in my heart I knew it wasn't true. I lied because I knew that's what people eat, and there wasn't any part of me that truly bought into me giving that up for life. I feel differently now. I feel tired of the addiction cycle. I cringe at the jokes that I and others do to justify pigging out. I'm definitely over having clothes that don't fit hanging in my closet. And I don't want to have any more years where I could have been in a Mexican paradise but instead ate McDonald's 300 times. 

Will I never go out to eat? I hope that's not what it looks like, because it's not true. I like doing that. If I go to a great place, and it's once every 2-3 weeks, that's fine. I'll pick the best places and enjoy it. It seems overly simple, but I want to eat what I want, not what I crave.