I thought it might be good to go ahead and admit this before I go weigh in at Weight Watchers in the morning. A friend baked us a loaf of bread recently. (I won't tell you who it was because she sent word that I am not allowed to write her a thank you note or anything like that, and she says if I do - she won't ever bake bread for us again, and well, that would suck.) So, PJ brought home this loaf of bread the other day and I have plowed through almost the entire loaf. I'm not even kidding...I have no idea if PJ even ate one bit of it. I am miserable, but at the same time I'm deliriously happy...giddy with bread love. It's the most amazing stuff. What is it about homemade bread? The smell, the texture, the whole experience...OMG!
And here's the interesting thing. As you may know, when on Weight Watchers, you track everything you eat and tally points for the day and week. I haven't even once acknowledged that I have eaten even one piece of this bread. Not once. I have tracked everything else that I've eaten this week, but I have pretended the bread didn't happen.
An entire loaf of bread with zero points. Amazing.
BTW, this is not a thank you note.