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As my life unraveled I reached a point where all I could say was

Fuck it, I’ll have another cookie

I self-medicated with comfort food

In the lonely evenings I fed my longing with empty calories

But even though they were empty they weren’t benign

My gut started just below my chin and curved south

Like I’d swallowed a roll-top desk

I would get winded lacing up my shoes

The ring I no longer wore wouldn’t have fit anyway

I travelled the trail from stout to fat

Saw a signpost pointing to morbidly obese straight ahead

So I decided to pull a u-turn

At first it was like those supertankers

Taking half an ocean to turn around

As I cut out sugars and fats and switched licorice and sweets

For celery sticks and carrots

Each inch cinched tighter was a struggle not a cinch

I stopped channel surfing past Doctor Oz and paused to watch

Started subtracting familiar foods

Until my burgers were only lettuce and tomato

I slipped into rawness with the stealth of a paleo hunter

Now I buy new jeans every month or so

Smaller and smaller

The roll-top desk is gone

I barely break a sweat on the home gym

Which is comforting in the extreme of this extreme

I have become immune to commercials

I drive past fast food joints barely registering their existence

Hunger pangs are familiar friends I hang with

No longer feared but embraced

I smile into mirrors at the thinner inner me

Who was always there before but badly camouflaged

Now I knit new cloth

From the unraveled tapestry pooled on the floor

And barely remember the taste of cookies



David Trudel    ©  2013




Filed under Poetry


So many food allergies

That we all worry about

Parents and teachers

Conditioned to no more peanut butter sandwiches at school

Whole neighborhoods learning to use Epi pens

Inhalers as common as calculators in hallway lockers

But my allergy is worse

My allergy is pretty drastic

My allergy covers the menu

Artisanal loafs of seven grain bread

Truckstop breakfasts

Cinnamon buns

Grande lattes with little works of art inscribed in the foam

Pulled pork and baked beans


Grilled cheese sandwiches


Roast lamb

Thanksgiving turkey

Even the stuffing is off my menu

Heaping mounds of pasta? Gone

Garlic toast

Clubhouse sandwiches stacked high

With fries

Escargot baked in mushroom caps

Jambalaya steaming hot

Sodas in a frosted glass

Fructose, glucose and corn syrup

Chicken pot pies

And of course, pizza

Whether deep dish

Whole wheat crust

Or baked al forno in a brick oven




What are the symptoms you may well ask

They include

Double chins,

(yes that’s an intentional plural)

Stout full bellied profile

Shortness of breath when you bend over to tie your shoes

So you have to buy loafers and slip-ons

Incipient diabetes

Thighs as big as the trunks of trees

Cellulite deposits growing faster than suburban sprawl

It gets worse when you outgrow the gym clothes

And you can’t find anything larger

Even at Walmart


You have to trade in the subcompact with great mileage

For an F150 with good springs

Sideways glances mark your slow progress when you venture


Pitying glances

Arrogant sneers

Nods of commiseration from the others so afflicted

Until finally

You pull yourself away from the table

The diners

Bars and grills

Drive-thru burger joints

Fine dining restaurants dimly lit

Delis serving lox and bagels

Not to mention the frozen food section

Say goodbye to all that

Start to lose the body fat

Fruits and veggies

Nuts and seeds

Are pretty much all that’s left

On which to feed

So the symptoms fade away

Your swollen shape retracts

Returns to form

And you realize

That your allergy has been subverted


David Trudel   © 2012


Filed under Poetry

Raw Food Diet

I have kind of backed into this latest lifestyle change, in which I am transitioning to a raw food, vegan diet.  I started trying to lose weight early last fall and it sure took a while before seeing any results.  I reduced sugars and cut the carbs, didn’t eat desserts and cut out the junk food in favor of carrot and celery sticks.  I had lots and lots of exercise and fresh air. Still, it wasn’t until I stopped eating wheat and baked goods that people started commenting on my appearance.  So I kept watching what I was eating and listening to what Dr. Oz and folks like my friend Chris were saying.  Little by little I cut out one thing after another from my diet until I decided to go this final step in living healthily.


The raw food vegan diet is pretty intense, I have to say, though.  I’ve been plain old lacto-ovo vegetarian in the past and that was a breeze compared to this.  That was just a matter of not eating animals but practically everything else in the kitchen stayed the same.  This is a wholesale makeover, but even during this transitional period I can feel the health benefits.


One of the downsides however, is that it throws out a lot of fun recipes, many of which I really enjoyed making over the years.  I’ve always been comfortable in the kitchen and to think that I won’t be making Paella or Boeuf Bourguignon is a little sad. Barbecues and grills are off the menu, and now I have only the memory of pulled pork poutine for comfort.  Less mourned, but noted in passing is a good-bye to macaroni and cheese.  There is no brick oven pizza in my future.  Still, I am looking forward to firing up the brand new Cuisinart tomorrow and learning a whole new way of food preparation.  Bon Appétit!


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