Somewhere along the way, bread became the villain of the weight-loss world.

One day, you were enjoying a perfectly ordinary turkey sandwich. The next, someone on the internet was telling you that the two slices of bread holding it together were responsible for everything wrong with your waistline.

You just finished lunch. A perfectly respectable lunch, too. Maybe a sandwich, some chips, and a drink. You ate enough to feel satisfied, pushed your plate away, and went back to whatever you were doing.

Forty-five minutes later, you're standing in front of the refrigerator.

Again.

You've been eating better. You've cut back on the junk food, started paying attention to portions, and maybe even traded your nightly bowl of ice cream for something that doesn't require an apology afterward.

Then you step on the scale.