Remember growing up and people always saying: "Eat a good breakfast; it's the most important meal of the day"? Well, what kid wouldn't trade breakfast for an extra 20 minutes of sleep? I know I did! I just wasn't a big breakfast eater. If I only knew then, what I know now, how different my life might have been! I grew up in a house with four siblings, all of us a year apart.  Mornings were chaotic—five kids trying to shower before the hot water ran out, five wet heads and two hairdryers, four girls and two mirrors—who has time for breakfast?  Come about 10 a.m., I really wished I would have …