2006jan21. Back in the day, I used to purchase the occasional sourdough baguette and just Mao through it, one-half of it per day. When I made my triumphant return to California earlier last year, I was automatically re-assigned a governmental personal trainer, who scolded me about my diet. So no more bread. Until today. And I’m eating the bread, and eating it, and then I got that signal from my stomach that says “hey. Enough with the bread, stupid.” That’s when I turn my trucker hat to the side and shift into fifth gear. The fifth gear of eating.
