There is no way to make this toast look appetizing. There just isn’t. You have to trust me on this one.
I’ve been trying to get myself back into a morning routine. I used to be a (very) early riser, most productive and awake between the hours of 5 and 8am. But long leisurely mornings have given way to late-night fret sessions and workfests, and I find myself less and less likely to enjoy the sight of the sunrise. I often think of that overly dramatic scene in the opening of Eat Pray Love (the book, not the movie) when Elizabeth Gilbert is sobbing on her bathroom floor asking god for an answer and the clear, resounding response she gets is, “Go to bed.”
So simple. Most of my life’s problems would probably be solved if I would just go my ass to sleep and stop trying to figure them out at midnight. Probably.
So my solution to all this is to try to work my way back towards a more regimented and enjoyable wake up call (and yes, regimented is enjoyable to me). I mean, would you get out of bed if faced with this warm little velvety raisin? No. You would not.
There’s not much to the new routine: I take a 30-minute walk–rain or shine, no cell phone allowed. I do some pushups. I drink absurd quantities of water. I eat something awesome.
The walk has been revolutionary, really. I used to start my day with my phone in my face, immediately checking important email that stresses me out and social stuff that is of no importance at all. So these new 30 minutes of cell phone-free walk time are the only 30 minutes of the day that my cell phone is not in my hand. I used to do my very best thinking while running. Now I do it on these morning walks.
The sky is to me what the sun is to Superman. It just charges me up, and I didn’t realize how little time I was spending under it until I started going on these little walks. I’m inside ALL the damn time.
The quantity of water I’m drinking now compared to what I used to drink is alarming not because it’s so much now but because it was SO little before. I feel really sorry for my body for torturing it for so long. Now I drink this liter of water three times a day:
The pushup challenge came after reading an obnoxiously sexist article for business “men” about how to be successful. One tip was to do 50 pushups and sit ups every morning. So I started doing 50 pushups, 50 leg lefts on the Lebert bars AND 50 butt lifts because I just wanted to one-up the recommendation.
As for the eating something awesome, that’s where the ugly fried banana toast comes in…
Fried Banana Toast with Peanut Butter Sauce
- 1 banana
- 1 tablespoon coconut oil
- 1 piece of toast (I like sesame Ezekial bread)
- 1 tablespoon peanut butter
- 1-2 tablespoons almond milk
- 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
- coconut flakes (optional)
- Warm coconut oil in a skillet over med-high heat
- Slice banana in half lengthwise and fry cut side down in the pan until it starts to brown and caramelize
- Flip and cook about another minute
- Toast bread (I do mine in the coconut oiled skillet because I don’t have a toaster) and top with fried banana
- In a small bowl, mix together peanut butter, almond milk and cinnamon. You can add more or less almond mix to reach desired consistency. You could also add a liquid sweetener like maple syrup if you want.
- Top toast with peanut butter sauce and optional coconut flakes.
- Enjoy your morning.
That’s it! Feel free to join me on the morning walk, tons of water, 50 pushups+, and overall enjoyable morning experience. It’s good.