Okay, yes, I've cut back on bread 'n pasta and whatnot. And maybe I'm not as used to the White Stuff as I once was.
But I ate three piece of pizza this afternoon, and you would have thought I'd taken up smoking opium, I was so disoriented and tired.
Some smart person who knows about nutrition could probably explain how something like that happens, but the hell with it. I'm back on the no-bread bandwagon.
Well, except for that leftover slice in the fridge.
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