Rice Is My Friend

I love rice. I could eat it every day and be perfectly happy. In fact, when I travel to Asian countries, I live on a diet of rice and vegetables, sometimes for months at a time. When my diet is full of rice, I feel GOOD. I have tons of energy and I lose weight whenever I stick to a diet where the carb content consists solely of rice.

Unfortunately, I love bread, too, and it has quite the opposite effect on me. I seem to have a wheat sensitivity. Whenever I eat lots of bread I feel terrible – sluggish and out of sorts – and my digestive system shuts down, not to mention that I GAIN weight when I eat too much bread. It seems to be less of a problem when I eat whole grain or sprouted breads but they are difficult to find so I usually end up buying delicious but deadly gourmet varieties of fresh baked bread, like the new Asiago cheese loaf available at Whole Foods Market.

The facts seem fairly clear to me:

A. Rice is good for me

B. Wheat is bad for me

C. I have at last six different varieties of rice in the kitchen cabinet at home

D. I do not need to buy bread when I shop for groceries

This reasoning is clearly supported by mathematical theorem. If A is true and B is true and C is true, then D must also be true. Right???

Apparently I must be using new math. Last week I not only came back from the grocery store with a Sourdough boule, I also managed to devour half of it (with Brie cheese slathered on top) within a couple hours of returning home. I was so disgusted with myself that I threw the other half in the trash. Why is it that we seem to be incapable of doing what we know is best for us? Here and now I vow – NO MORE BREAD!

It’s been a week and so far, so good. I’ve had a couple of whole grain wraps, but that’s allowed. I just figured if I “told on myself” I’d have to hold myself to a higher standard the future. And I have a sneaking suspicion it’s gonna get harder rather than easier as time goes on……

Well, maybe I could have a little bit of bread, just once in a while…..