After a whole season of feasting, the dietary course of action isn’t so much a radical move into [shudders!] vegetarianism or deciding to get into another of those wonky fad diets that everyone seems to be trying out (Without any success, I daresay!), than it is a decision to keep things good and simple for a while.
In my case, I’ve been keeping my breakfasts as simple as possible: some toast, perhaps. A cup of coffee. Maybe a bite of fruit. The farthest I’ll go at the moment is toasted ciabatta with a lick of butter and a Spanish-style fried egg. There is just something so calming, centering, and fortifying about such a breakfast despite its simplicity. I can’t really explain why, but do eat it; I’ve a strong feeling you’ll share my sentiments. :)