I have the week off in between my old job and my new job, and I’m doing so much. I’m taking driving lessons, I’m walking a sick friend’s dog, I’m kissing my cats on their adorable little heads…
And I’m baking bread!
Last year on my birthday my fiance bought me a book on baking bread. I was excited, but almost every recipe called for sourdough starter, and I didn’t feel like I had time to embark on that project until this week off.
When I started committing to Intuitive Eating and The Fuck It Diet, the first food I found myself craving and allowing was bread. Good bread from a French bakery, every day, without guilt or shame. Something about a hearty piece of bread seems so nourishing and satisfying for me. Being “allowed” to eat bread without guilt was the first amazing step on this process for me.
Baking bread feels similarly nourishing. I love to cook, but there’s something special about baking bread. You take such basic ingredients (mostly flour and water) and you knead it with your hands and then you have this basic building block of food that people have been eating ever since they could make flour.
Diet culture spent so long telling me I was “bad” for eating carbs, especially refined carbs like bread, but bread seems like such a basic human right.
I’m happy to be baking bread today.











