My 'normal' breakfast as a Navy diver in Hawaii amounted to a can of Pepsi and a pack of those donut gems (mini donuts). Our XO was a female triathelete and was for some reason compelled to try and tell 'her' divers what they should eat, and thus was not appreciative of my usual fare. After several attempts by her to correct my evil ways, I showed up one day with a dozen box of regular, full sized chocolate donuts, and a liter bottle of JOLT Cola.
She never tried to council me on food again. Mission Complete!