I lately like my body so, I move
around sometimes when I’ve no place to go.
I stopped sweet treats and started to improve,
and hungered less for starches than to know
unvarnished facts. Before a year had passed
I unlearned calories, eschewed most snacks,
and gloried in the intermittent fast
of foodless mornings, drinking coffee black.

It’s probable I’m fueled on ketones now,
and maybe I feel stronger burning that.
My focus grows acute – remember how
upset I was, forgetting words? The fat
in food is remedy in packs of power.
The enemy of age is made of flour.

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