Bread is not bad for you. It's a good source of protein, calcium, B vitamins, fibre and carbohydrate. But I was chomping down loaves of the stuff. If you had chopped me open, my flesh would probably have been the mottled brown of wholemeal, and I would have very possibly bled breadcrumbs. For breakfast, I'd have two thick slices of toast, followed by sandwiches for lunch, and possibly beans on toast for a lazy dinner. Oh, and did I mention the mid-afternoon snack of ... well ... bread?

My reason for giving up bread wasn't specifically about losing weight. In fact, despite the preachings of no-carb diets, bread isn't the enemy of weight loss - it's the butter, mayo and fat-laden sandwich fillings that do the damage. But I felt that I was in a bread rut, and something had to change.

Swapping toast for cereal didn't really complicate breakfast - but lunches were more difficult. No longer could I make a quick sandwich to take to work. Effort, planning and preparation now had to go into the salads and pastas replacing my faithful old butties. But after an initial rice-cake-cream cheese disaster, I soon got into the no-bread groove, with roasted veg and goat's cheese salad, or rocket with chickpeas, kidney beans, tuna, cucumber and tomato.

In fact, everything was going swimmingly - until I went to Glastonbury. On a cold, wet, muddy and slightly hungover morning, I caved in and had a cheese toastie. On white bread.

That little wobble aside, I did pretty well. I lost 4lb, and my tummy feels a little flatter, and my jeans are definitely a bit looser. But ditching the bread was more about eating different foods and breaking my serious dough habit. Will I go back to my old ways? Definitely not. Although I did have a croissant for breakfast this morning.