I've just deleted a very grumpy post because
@Boo1979's post says what I said but in a measured tone and without the grumpiness! What made me grumpy is the implication of a lack of imagination on the part of those who have bread, and of course
who have tested and can tolerate it. A lack of imagination also implies a lack of intelligence. Not the case at all with members who have tested bread, found that it can be included in their lifestyle, and have made the choice to have it. Their choice. Your choice not to. Simple as that.
Yes, I've struggled to understand the 'lack of imagination' thing. Maybe my understanding of the word 'imagination' is unusual!
I'm not sure how having bacon and eggs for breakfast is more or less imaginative if you add bread, of any sort, to it? It's possibly a bit
more imaginative if you really like bread, and have taken the time to either research, buy or make a very low carb version of it so you can have what you enjoy.
I'd say that the hallmark of a lack of imagination is when we do something that is deep in our nature, without questioning it. One thing which is very deep in our nature is to find it very hard to understand, and even tolerate, when people behave differently to us. So it's normal, and unimaginative, to use derogatory words when describing behaviour which other people engage in but we don't.
I mean the above in a thoughtful way, not an annoyed one. I love this thread and don't get at all upset if someone describes what I do in a critical way. There's a lot to criticise! I do think it's nice to step back and think about the meaning of words sometimes however.
What would be really imaginative is if we all critiqued our own diet. Why do we have a sausage when there would be less carbs in bacon? Why do we have milk or cream in coffee when we could have it black?
For that matter, why do we drive cars when we know it's wrong? It's dangerous and it's polluting. Why do we do so many things which we know are wrong or imperfect? I think it's mostly because we know that life ultimately is imperfect, because we are going to die, we need to die from something, so we find a curious balance between enjoying things and accepting they are never going to be perfect or give us the maximum chances of a long and healthy life.
It's quite a deep subject, and requires a bit of imagination to get stuck in to!