I eat cheese like a french person and bread like an Italian person, and that explains my tummy

Why is it that I don't eat a lot, do a pretty extreme version of the intermittent fasting diet, generally avoid sugar, fast food and processed snacks, work out a decent amount and stay active generally, and still am unable to rid myself of the embarrassing paunch, I've wondered. The answer may be here.

I like cheese, there's no way around it. Always have, always will, there's four different kinds of cheeses in my fridge right now. Sharp cheddar, mozzarella, smoked gouda and paraggiano reggiano. None of it was planned, they just somehow 'appeared' on my shopping trips and ended up there. Don't blame me, bro.

The final indictment came earlier today when I told JD I had been having the same sandwich for over a month and not gotten tired of it. She asked, out of nowhere, if it happened to have lots of tomato and cheese, to which I sheepishly replied on the affirmative. If she knows what the deal with the cheese is, so does by body.

Then there's the bread situation.

Ciabatta, focaccia, pita, naan, roti, regular wheat bread, banana bread, french bread, I've found myself in company of several if not all of them, almost all the times. And that's not even close to an exhaustive list of breads I eat regularly.

One wonders if having the peasant diet, aka heavy in bread and cheese and lots of dairy is the optimal strategy to losing a paunch with also adopting a peasant lifestyle.

But then, what else? What do I do when I'm starving for no clear reason at midnight and there's no decent snacks besides the ultradark chocolate that I can't can't again because it's great and I do love chocolate but a goddamn bite of chocolate is not a snack and it doesn't fill.

Maybe I should go back to the beans salad, the dips and the soups from way back.