So what's my excuse? My Yankee breakfast was usually a glass of Instant Breakfast and a slice of toast. Lunch was that brown bag, and it wasn't until supper ("dinner" was mid-day Sundays) that there was a good, balanced meal of meat, potato, and a vegetable. No sausage and biscuits for us smothered in gravy. I think the fat is in our genes, so now it's in our jeans.