Breakfast is the most important meal

I've been made fun of for my morning routine.  I used to get up two hours (or more) before I had to leave the house in the morning.  It took me a while to get moving, and then I'd want coffee, and breakfast, and to sit and watch the news a bit.  I still do that, only I do it a little faster, and am usually about 5 minutes late to work. 

Some mornings, my day starts with a workout, and then breakfast and coffee and the news.  Often times, on those days I eat breakfast at work.  Today my alarm went off at 5:15 and I didn't get up.  I snoozed, snoozed again and again, reset my alarm.  I'll work out after work.

Today for breakfast, I made what I am calling a "chopped omelet."  Bascially, it was like a chopped salad, but with eggs instead of lettuce.  My chopped omelet consisted of: celery tops, broccoli crown, 1/4 tomato, 1 small red potato, a little olive oil, and some montreal steak seasoning.  Here is the concoction pre-egg:

A Facebook friend just messaged me to basically tell me to be comfortable with my body, and that I'm more than my appearance.  I get told that a lot.  I suppose I project an image of low self-esteem.  That should tell me something, but changing one's self-opinion takes a lot of effort and more than just your friends berating you when they think you're putting yourself down.

I don't hate myself, I just have high expectations for myself.  I have always wanted to be better, to improve upon myself.  I've never been good enough for me.  A lot of people don't understand it, and I can't really explain it.  But anything less than perfect isn't good enough.  I will cheer my friends on, and even strangers.  I will tell them they are wonderful beautiful people.  But I am never good enough, and never have been.  That's just how it is. 

I remember times at the gym when I have cried during a workout.  I'd be working as hard as I could, pushing myself, and I think my inner voice was asking "when will I be good enough?  when will you love ME?"  I couldn't answer.  I cried.

The scale jumped FOUR pounds.  FOUR.  I don't understand.  My biceps are massive but I know I didn't gain 4lbs of biceps in the past week.  I'm hoping this is an anomaly and my body's way of fighting back losing the weight again.