Every weekday morning is an internal battle. My alarm goes off (for the second time, because I always set a pre-alarm to wake me up an hour before I actually need to get up. You know that feeling when you wake up in the middle of the night and you check the time and you realize you can still sleep for a few hours? I love that feeling. So I recreate it with an alarm, to avoid the disappointment of waking up for the first time and actually having to immediately get out of bed. Weird? Maybe.) and I look at the time, and I start calculating. If I eat breakfast at work, I can sleep for seven more minutes. If I wash my hair but don’t blow dry it, I don’t have to get up for another eleven minutes. If I skip bootcamp, I gain an extra hour and fifteen minutes. If I skip yoga, hello extra two hours.
Of course, by the time I’ve made all these calculations, I’m more or less wide awake. And then I compromise, and agree to get up. But I don’t really want to exercise. So I tell myself that I’ll get up so I don’t mess with my circadian clock for tomorrow (when I absolutely will get up and exercise), but I just won’t exercise today. So I get up, and I putter around, and I realize I don’t really have that much to do this early in the morning and I don’t want to go to work just yet and I’m bored. So I go back to sleep.
The part that frustrates me most is that when I do get up, and I do exercise, by 8am I feel great. And when I wake up at 5.30am for my daily internal debate, I know I will feel great if I exercise. But I still don’t want to do it.
For the past few weeks I’ve been pretty good about sticking to my routine. I have friends at bootcamp that give me a hard time if I don’t show up, I carpool to yoga so I have to be on time, I’m an ambassador for Grind for Kids for the kids who have to fight way tougher battles every day than getting up early to work out, and I go to spin class so I can beat a friend in the roll-out-of-bed-and-exercise competition. (Yes, it’s a competition – and I’m winning.)
On weekends, however, all bets are off. I sleep in as long as I want, and then I make banana pancakes.
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Vegan Banana Pancakes
I listen to Jack Johnson while I make these. In case you didn’t get that song reference. (Is a reference like a joke where it’s ruined if I have to explain it?)
one cup flour (I used two thirds buckwheat and one third whole wheat all-purpose)
one tablespoon sugar
two and a bit teaspoons baking powder
half teaspoon salt
one cup almond milk
one teaspoon apple cider vinegar
one tablespoon ground flax seeds
three tablespoons water
two tablespoons canola oil
half teaspoon vanilla
two bananas, sliced
half cup chopped pecans (optional; walnuts would be good too. So would chocolate chips)
Heat a non-stick frying pan over medium heat. Or a greased griddle. Or a skillet. Whatever you have; mornings are not for being picky.
Mix the almond milk and apple cider vinegar together and set aside to curdle. Add the flax seeds to water and stir vigorously; set that aside as well to gel.
Sift and/or whisk all of the dry ingredients in a medium-sized bowl. Pour in all the wet ingredients and stir until just barely mixed. Fold in bananas.
Using a quarter- or third-cup measuring cup, scoop batter into the frying pan. Fry on one side until the edges are getting dry and the centre is starting to bubble, and then flip. Lather, rinse, repeat. (Don’t actually lather and rinse. Just repeat.)
Serve with extra sliced bananas and maple syrup.