“A dog fed on the coarse bread of the military lives and keeps his health.—François Magendie, writing in the Lancet, 1826 Weight: 205 poundsBread bookshelf weight: 33 pounds Anne looked uncommonly grim as she appeared for breakfast in the kitchen, where I was munching on a slice of pain de campagne toast. “How many weeks are left ?” She didn’t have to specify how many weeks of what. “I don’t know. A lot. Why? “I’m getting fat.” “You’re blaming the bread? I don’t think so. Look at me.” “Have you ...weighed yourself lately?” “Ninety-three kilograms.” “Two hundred and five pounds? You’re getting fat.” I’d forgotten that as a doctor (and a former resident of Canada), she knew the metric system. It was true that we’d been eating a lot of bread lately, having toast for breakfast and slathering butter over peasant bread at dinner, and when I wasn’t making my own, I was coming home with armfuls of bakery bread to compare with mine. The Atkins diet this wasn’t.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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