I turned to body health at 35.
I’d had a turn of hospital that spring:
A bad cascade a challenge to survive,
that taught me my mobility was king.
I took up daily exercise, and learned
returns so great I never retrogressed.
Three decades passed, I read, and then I spurned
all forms of sucrose. Well, I never guessed
how little I would miss it, how that led
to finding pasta mushy, to eschew
most days most meals most any form of bread.
My body keeps reminding me it’s true,
and yesterday I found a log I penned
3 years ago, inspiring me again.

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