It's All About the Bread

So, do you remember a few days ago when I wrote that I was going to flip my own switch?  Are you asking yourself how that's going for me? I myself am wondering.

Well... it's not going all that great. As I've already said, my weekend went down the drain as soon as vodka was thrown into the mix. But on Monday, I resolved to give it another go.  It hasn't been that bad, although it hasn't been fantastic either. I've eaten Subway, seared tuna, turkey breast, cooked veggies. Not bad, right? But, I've also eaten my favorite all time food. The food I just can't get enough of. BREAD!!!  

I could live on bread alone. When I was 15, my best friend wrapped up a dinner roll and gave it to me as a birthday gift. It was a gag gift, but I ate it! Who could resist!! Put me on a deserted island. Give me bread and butter and I will be happy. I will survive. My husband could tell me he's cheating on me. As long as he's handing me a piece of bread as he's saying it, I'm fine. Bread of any type is good. The more carbs the better, if you ask me. Bread will forever be the evil lurking around every corner. It will be the killer of all my skinny dreams. 

What's your cursed food? What kills it for you?

Anyway, I'm going to go make myself some toast now. All this bread talk has got me excited. Let's see what I think of for lunch. Until then, I'll keep being chubby in a good way...