Let’s be real for a second. I used to think a “healthy breakfast” meant staring sadly at half a grapefruit or choking down a dry piece of whole-wheat toast while my kids ate cinnamon rolls. I did the “starve yourself until lunch” thing for years, and all it got me was a wicked case of…
Okay, confession time: my afternoon slumps used to be legendary. I’d hit that 3 PM wall and immediately crave something, anything, sugary to get me through. Predictably, that quick fix would lead to an even bigger crash an hour later. Sound familiar? Then, one day, staring at an apple and a jar of peanut butter,…
I used to think oatmeal was, well, oatmeal. Bland, boring, a total breakfast snooze-fest. My mornings felt like they were running on autopilot, and my breakfast choices definitely reflected that. Then, one chilly morning, in a desperate attempt to liven things up (and use up an orange before it went sad), I zested it right…
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