Breakfast at Tiffany's?

Adorable Audrey Hepburn became entwined with George Peppard, with complications, cats, diamonds, drugs, taxis, nightclubs and the hustle and bustle of New York. A tear jerker for sure, my female friends assure me, but personally I was more interested in the welfare of the "poor slob without a name", credited as Cat.

 Skilfully portrayed by Orangey, this mammalian star collected two Patsy's (Picture Animal Top Star of the Year). The first PATSY for Rhubarb of 1951, where he played the title character, a cat who inherits a fortune.

The second for Breakfast at Tiffany's in 1961. But I digress, drawn away by the allure of felinity once again....

Hepburn is first espied exiting a NYC taxi eating a pastry and drinking a coffee, hence the title.

Of course she only had to trip down Wall Street and turn right into Broadway to feast upon a McMuffin or two.....

Yes bloghoppers, the temptation of the corporate purveyor of McFood the world over has even reached here, this green oasis we call Aotearoa. But there are healthier alternatives which as a diabetic I had to struggle through, but none filled me any sense of satisfaction, but still the insulin regime dictated the consumption of morning carbohydrates. Most people break their fast with cereal, but I was put off by all the main NZ producer's;  Kellogg's, Sanitarium and Hubbards.

JH Kellogg of course was a fanatical puritan who believed that the right diet would reduce sexual desire and promote carnal abstinence. Less porn flakes, more corn flakes. He was a strict Seventh Day Adventist, and by the custom of that denomination following a creed of certain food avoidances, e.g shellfish and pork. However I understand they love Corn Flakes which he invented in 1906 or thereabouts.

Then we have Hubbards who are a major purveyor of morning repast in NZ, but their packaging leaves me dry and unimpressed. Much like the company owner Dick Hubbard. Famous in Auckland for being Mayor for a brief term. Also renowned for,  how best describes it ?, for not being quite as visually pleasant as say a Faberge egg. Hardly a shining example of a health and vitality.

Whilst of course the other large cereal killer Sanitarium implies an institution for long term illness, not what I want to be reminded of. Wholly owned by the Seventh Day Advent Church too, I must have missed the part in the Bible where the Great He produces the miracle of the 5 Weetabix and 2 jars of peanut butter. It just goes to prove that corn repasts are next to Godliness. I once thought I saw God in our local Woolworth's Pick n mix, standing on the scales, dancing. As I peered closer, a local archdeacon passed me and I enquired what was the meaning of this scene?
 "The Lord does indeed move in mysterious weighs"

Thus it was somewhat of a relief to avoid these negatively tainted associated foodstuffs each morning.

Things moved swiftly on from the transplant, and being released from the tedium of compulsory breakfast scoffing, I began to enjoy a new routine, almost Hepburn like: Coffee and a muffin.
 Quick satisfying and tasty.
After a while the muffin/pastry ceased to be a part of the "meal" and intent on slimming down a tad, I was left with just the coffee (Medium Trim Latte 1/2 Sugar please).

Of course the nutritionists and dietitians amongst you (snigger) will cry foul and decry my terrible start to the day. Which is precisely what my post renal dietician said last week as we discussed an optimum way to control my weight gain.
I was expecting a horrified gasp as she detailed my newly discovered treats and fancies. For her to recoil with shock at the level of sugar in my day, to run aghast arms flailing from the room.

But no, calmly she appraised my food choices, and after due consideration smiled and said by all means carry on with what I was currently doing. It was completely understandable that as a liberated ex diabetic I would want to experience new foods and sweets, and a weight gain was most normal.

I could barely believe my aural receptors, an understanding and sympathetic dietician? These are truly indeed strange times we live in. She is now my new best friend, and i intend showing her off at dinner parties and family gatherings.

She did however make one observation and we formed a plan of action from it.
Focusing on the lack of a solid breakfast she advised to eat something at morning meal time, to help my weight loss. Eating in the morning helps to fill you up, and you are less likely to nibble throughout the day, a sin of which I am most assuredly culpable.

So that becomes my first target on this road to weight loss, by actually increasing my food intake, in the hope that the grazing later will stop.

So I must remain resolute and enjoy the simple breakfast demonstrated by Miss Hepburn outside Tiffanys, and resist the urge to walk round the corner and scoff McMuffins and hash browns galore.


Otherwise I shall end up a Mc Filled fatty puss.