Out of the seven days of the week, I have never been a fan of Monday.
Due to late nights staying up doing who-know-what and who-knows-why (don't ask, I'm not sure what it is that I do that causes me to sleep late on Sunday nights), I barely squeeze in just enough time to avoid rushing in the mornings. As far as picking out outfits go, I make it quite obligatory to do just that the night before. Why? The answer is quite tedious. I don't trust myself in the mornings and if there ever was a case of a 'late morning', I wouldn't have to worry about wearing something dreadful and feeling dreadful for the rest of the day and well, hmm those days simply do not end well. Repeat: do. not..
'Late mornings' make me shudder. (in fact, I'm shuddering just at the thought) and I try my best to work around that just to avoid it.
I'm huge for anything granola. Cereal or oatmeal with berries and fruit keep me sufficiently full until noon.