I’m on the road most weeks, so my mornings are usually: alarm, shuffle to lobby, squint at the yogurt and sad melon. Lately my stomach is already filing complaints before my feet hit the floor. At 5:45 today I ate a hard-boiled egg, a cheese stick, and half a banana while waiting for coffee, then still thought about a second breakfast during my first call. The weird part is I’m not grazing all day like I used to — afternoons are pretty chill. It’s just this early rush, like my body woke up early and forgot we’re not running a marathon. Anyone else find their hungry window has moved to the crack of dawn? What do you keep in the hotel room so you’re not negotiating with a vending machine at sunrise?
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