Breakfast

Breakfast. Every morning. September 2012.

I eat the same thing for breakfast each morning: Three scrambled egg whites with mushrooms (cooked until crispy) and 1/3 cup of oatmeal cooked in water with some cinnamon. Oh, and hot oolong tea.

Every morning.

According to an informal poll I conducted via Twitter, most people I know do the same.

This is strange.

Lunch and dinner have their favorite menus, but I don't exact same thing for each meal each day. So why do I eat the same things for breakfast?

Should we blame laziness? Seems unfair. Slicing mushrooms, frying eggs to crispiness, and cooking the noninstant oatmeal isn't exactly slouchy in required effort. Should we blame a lack of time? That can't be it. My breakfast isn't composed of quick items to cook, compared to other possibilities, such as toasted bread with peanut butter, dry cereal tossed in a bowl with milk, or even blended yogurt and fruit for a smoothie.

And how is it that I don't get tired of eating the same thing every single morning? We are all creatures of habit, and yes, I have routines in other areas of my life. But if someone told me I had to eat pizza for lunch every day for months on end—and I love pizza—I'd probably be a little grossed out. One day I want one particular item for lunch—and can't stomach eating it again the next day.

I don't get it.

Do you eat the same thing for breakfast each day? What's in your bowl or on your plate?