I am not picky in my love of the white stuff....cookies, bread, rice, potatoes...it's all fair game.
I think I've always know it was a weakness but it really hit me square in my ample bumm yesterday as I cut up a fresh loaf of french bread that I impulsively bought hot out of the oven from Albertson's. (I mean, how can you say no when the bags are still warm and steamy and they're on sale for $1.00).
The bread didn't even make it all the way home before I ripped off a nice hunk for the drive home and now less than 24 hours later the loaf is gone...completely gone.
They say the first step is admitting you have a problem, check. The next would be not putting them into my mouth.
One step at a time, one step at a time.