While I was aiming for a BMI of 25, it turns out that someone moved the goalposts for Asian Americans.
Growing up in Toronto, we ate gohan every second day, Japanese rice, that is. Everything tasted better with rice, including canned salmon, and cold roast beef, and Christmas turkey with gravy. I loved rice, and would eat many bowls. In my vegetarian phase, rice and other grains formed the base of my food pyramid. That seemed to be the concensus for eating well - lots of grains on the bottom, and other stuff on top. Little did I know that I was feeding my addiction.
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