Restrictive eating has nearly killed not only my breakfast habits, but also the desire for breakfast. I still have morning pangs but I try, often not successfully, to attribute it to something else. I used to be a massive breakfast appreciator. Typical mornings, and I mean every morning because I'd allow myself time to eat usually went like this
2-4 pancakes, 2 scrambled eggs, 2-4 strips of bacon, buttered toast, and a large glass of whole milk.
OR
chorizo con huevos where I'd house half a chorizo stick w 2 scrambled eggs along with torn flour tortilla pieces to pick up the bounty.
OR
a simple fried egg sandwich over easy w cheese and sometimes bacon. Meatless was usually the order of the day.
Wouldn't gain a pound until I hit my 50's. Today I rarely eat until later and then it's usually a bowl of granola w Planet Oak vanilla oat milk, or I'll grab a benedict from an eatery.
I miss making big breakfasts. Nothing like the smell of cooking flapjacks, eggs, butter, and bacon.