I got a comment.
"You're blog gets very simular"
I'm guessing it's supposed to be "similar", but what do I know.
My answer to that is:
Yeah. So? It's breakfast. Not science.
You try and be original for 365 days and see if you're mental health is still intact after a while. You think fairies shop my groceries, find good angles and then upload these images? It takes time to maintain this blog. In a perfect world, I have my very own butler called Jeeves who serves me something different every day (perfect world for me, not for Jeeves). Sadly, this is not a perfect world and if it hadn't been for a promise I made to myself last October (that I would take a photo of my breakfast every day in order not to skip it - which I normally did) I wouldn't be doing this in the first place. There are mornings when the last thing I want to do is a take a damn photo of yet another smoothie or boiled egg or whatever. But I still do. 365 days dammit. Just do it.
Recently I've skipped dairy and white flour, which basically means that I start every day with a smoothie and whole grain bread. Fun, eh? I might as well bury myself in a hole in the ground now that I've omitted everything that makes life worth living. Oh well. It's just an experiment. I actually feel... OK. I don't need milk. Or white flour. Or sugar (it's a struggle though, BELIEVE me...). I wrote something a couple of months ago, about how, if I were to die tomorrow on my way to work, I wouldn't want my last breakfast to consist of slimy oatmeal. Then I stuffed my face with bagels. I still feel that way. But I realized that my eating habits were... ehm...not ideal. I felt bloated. I needed a change. My body needed a change.
Anyway, if you have a problem with that and want to see something...uhm... not that simular..? go somewhere else. And bring a dictionary.