MY BAE (BREAKFAST I ALWAYS eat) and I had been going steady for three years. Each morning, the same routine: peanut butter, frozen raspberries, chia seeds, and ground flaxseed swirled into a cozy bowl of oatmeal. I’d come to rely on that hearty concoction of fat, carbs, and protein to fuel my body for a packed schedule of college classes and cycling training sessions. Yep, oatmeal and I had a thing.
But over time, the spark began to fade. One day, out of nowhere, the oats tasted gluey, the fruit mushy, the peanut butter too sticky. I pushed the bowl away. Maybe I’m sick, I thought. But the sensations persisted. Could it be that I’d been stringing along my bae, unwilling to accept that I was bored? And so I…