I’m going to say it now, but, first, let me kiss my husband and kids goodbye, sprinkle a dash of anemic fish food on my beloved pets, Goldie #1 and Goldie #2, and take one last longing look at my comfortable and safe life before I am shackled up and taken away to a dark, and secret place… I love bread.Yep. Sometimes I go to the market and buy a fresh baguette. Nothing else. I bounce towards the cash register with the (hopefully still toasty) crusty delight tucked under my arm, a warm smile spreading across my face as its delicious aroma completes me, and people instantly open a path for me, their eyes bulging, their mouths wide open but speechless, completely aghast at my impertinence with the evils of carbohydrates. They anxiously await for …Read on

You survived the night of Halloween. Okay, actually enjoyed the night of Halloween, the one night where, amidst the competition of Atkins, South Beach, and all the other salon-tanned, skinny diets out there, you could legitimately break down and gorge on candy. ;Lots of candy… All the candy you want;. Sure, they say it’s for your kids, but, come on, who ends up carrying the plastic pumpkin when twelve pounds of caramel, corn syrup, chocolate and peanuts become too much for those precious five-year old hands to handle? That’s right. And there’s the benefit of them not knowing their multiplication tables… no one will notice if one, or two, or heck ten, are missing.Except for you. Now the buzz and guilt of an unwanted sugar high course through your veins (and your thighs) like …Read on