I Am Bread Free

By: A Recovering Carb Addict

Let me start with a confession: I was a slave to the slice. For years, my life revolved around the warm, yeasty aroma of a fresh baguette. I was the person who would walk into a restaurant, ignore the wine list, and ask, “What’s your bread situation?”

But today, I am here to say four liberating words: I am bread free. i am bread free

And no, this isn’t a diet book. This is a declaration of independence from the glutenous grip of society’s favorite comfort food.

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The first 72 hours were hell. I won't lie. I found myself sniffing the air outside a Subway restaurant. I dreamed of bagels. I looked at a Triscuit with the kind of longing usually reserved for lost lovers.

But then, the fog lifted.

Without bread, I stopped having the 3:00 PM coma. Without the pasta starter, my dinners became about protein and vegetables, not just vehicles for garlic butter. My kitchen counter, once a crime scene of poppy seeds and rye crumbs, sparkled.

I learned what food actually tastes like. Did you know that a tomato has flavor without being squished between two slices of white bread? Shocking, I know. By: A Recovering Carb Addict Let me start