My friends think I'm crazy for devoting what they imagine to be hours of precious time to bake my own bread when you can get it at the store for a fraction of the dough. Sorry for the half-baked pun! It's hard to explain but kneading soft dough is wonderfully therapeutic. It's just like yoga in the kitchen! I enjoy those quiet moments standing at the counter - methodically stirring, folding, and mixing, allowing my mind to run free. Besides, there is nothing like a little elbow grease (a lot, actually) to work out those flabby arms! There is a great sense of euphoria and accomplishment in turning that gooey lump into just about anything you imagine it to be.
And you can always share pictures of your accomplishments on your blog if you're in knead of something to post about!