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I haven’t tried for *real* a diet in ages.  I will try tomorrow.   My favorite food of the day, believe it or not, is my “toast and coffee” for breakfast.   I am a BREAD ADDICT.  And a *real* diet means giving up my drug of choice - BREAD.  I love the crust!  I LOVE LOVE LOVE the crust of a good bread.  For the last 10 years I’ve convinced myself to enjoy whole wheat bread.  But the best bread is a fresh crusty baguette - butter isn’t necessary - but it’s nice.  A glass of red wine and wow!  now there you have a feast.   If I lived in Italy, I’d probably walk a lot through the streets, or so my dreams go.  Alas, I live in the suburbs and drive my car everywhere.  It’s not that I can’t walk, I just find it weird to walk in circles.

So,  I’ve grown fat.  And now, after enough years, it’s a really serious problem.   So, I’ll try to start tomorrow.  But I’m worried (of course).  Will I really do it?  I have to get past my morning meal without my beloved TOAST.  It’s a lot like loosing a lover.