I love and adore bread, I could spend all day eating it. I used to bake it once or twice a week. Mother did too...memories of her bread straight out of the oven are memories of comfort. There was also thick, squishy Wonder Bread for mayo or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after school. Left over roast beef open sandwiches smothered in gravy.
But it makes me bloated and my joints ache. And I crave more.
So now, I still bake (or buy)...but it's a loaf with oats and about 80% seeds. No wheat. Costly, not typically soft bread, but it gives me my dose of toast.