I Was Sad, So I Ate Bread
Baguette therapy.
I was feeling down.
No specific reason. Multiple reasons in fact.
I’ve been exercising and dieting killing myself to lose a couple extra pounds with no success.
I’ve been dreading the end of summer because I did not live up to my promise to “enjoy time out in the sun more.”
I’ve been wondering more often lately if I will ever go on a date again or if I’m destined to be single for the rest of my life having to rely on my nephew to take care of me in my old age. (He is not aware of this task yet.)
The list of reasons to feel sad go on and on.
With all of that in my life, I decided I needed something to lift me up.
That is when the thought came to me…
Bread.
I have never been sad eating bread.
Even if I was going through a depressing point in my life, the second I had bread in my mouth I was in different state of mind.
Eating bread is my happy place.
No specific bread. Multiple types of bread in fact.
Sourdough, rye, ciabatta, Hawaiian sweet rolls, focaccia, and on and on and on.
