Sputterpub's Blog

I knew a girl who struggled for good skin.
Her face broke out no matter what she tried
of products for the outside; for within,
she never ate foods sugary or fried.
Until a doctor found her allergies,
and she forsook the dishes she’d thought best,
her acne kept revealing her disease;
it only cleared with appetite suppressed.

A woman now, she seldom chooses wrong.
On rare occasions she’ll relax her rules
for social cause. The consequence is strong –
the irritant avoided gathered tools.
So I, from my nostalgic binge last night,
now suffer more than old from belly blight.

Three years ago, I gave up eating sweet
desserts, nocturnal snacks of chocolate bites,
and gourmet cookies too. I rarely cheat-
ed that proscription, based on what indicts
the party line: the anti-science Plate.
Amazingly, I didn’t feel a lack.
I soon forsook most flour meals. I rate
this diet low in carb and high in fat.

I’ve done my reading – I was not surprised
to lose unwanted weight and hunger pains.
But soon I noted sharper mind, revised
and gentler reasoning: all mental gains.
And lately I’m enjoying what appears
to be an end to ringing in my ears.