I know who I am. I am not the person I was last year at this time. The bread on the kitchen table would have been smothered in hummos and eaten until my belly ached from fullness. Now the bread will just lay there. It may even spoil and mold over. But I will not stoop so low as to eat bread ever again. I am an addict.
I am not a normal person who can control themselves. I refrain from trying to portion control my addiction.
So let the bread grow stale. G-d will not punish me for not eating it. I will freeze it. And when my family asks for bread I will say defrost it my children for mamma has put it away.