I cut the sugar out 9 months ago.
It wasn’t tough. As if I’d had enough,
I stopped the nightly treats. And I can’t crow
about my will – I didn’t want sweet stuff.

I lost 5 pounds, and then my appetite
for pasta and potato took a turn.
Away from bread I angled and the white
of most refinement (though I can’t unlearn
my pizza love, burrito like, dried fruit.
I eat too many peanuts, almonds, seeds.)

Like every spring, my matzo lust’s acute
and Mom still buys in bulk for all our needs.
The difference this year may appear absurd,
but I predict I’ll throw away a third.