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I've been telling myself for weeks that I need a new belt. Maybe months.
When Robin switched from the "regular" low carb diet, to ketogenic, it was always for health reasons. It got her blood sugars and blood pressure under control. When I joined her in that way of eating, it worked so well for me that I was able to stop taking Metformin completely. My most recent A1C was 5.5, and my doctor was asking me for keto tips.
But, for quite a while, even though it worked for health, she despaired that it didn't seem to help her weight. Even following the strictest keto plan, limiting to 20 whole carbs a day, no more than seven per meal, her weight was stubborn.
To be honest, I think I started to lose weight before she did -- she mentioned it a couple of times -- but I didn't want to get on the scale, because I thought she'd get more frustrated if I confirmed that I was dropping pounds and she wasn't. When she finally did start to lose weight, in 2018, she got absolutely giddy about it. She started ordering clothes in the next size down, for both of us.
I think that this is why, after her death, one of the first things I wanted to do was clear out her clothing. There's so much in this house, projects that she had put aside -- maybe temporarily, or maybe permanently abandoned -- that she never got to finish, but the clothing was what she was excited about most recently. So, that's what hurts the most to see.
And that's why I've put off buying a new belt. My pants are dropping off me, and the most recent belt purchase doesn't keep them tight enough. But buying clothes for myself, even a belt ... that's not something I feel up to doing right now.
Today, when grabbing briefs from my underwear drawer, I noticed a coil of leather. It was an old belt, one I hadn't worn in so long I can't even remember when. I must have expanded past its limits and replaced it, but being a hoarder, I put it up and forgot about it.
At least, I'm pretty sure that's what happened.
On a related note, one of the pocket zippers on my vest has been broken for a while. I realized recently that I was going to have to fix it, or get a new vest, before a trip coming up. Something else I've been putting off, for the same reason.
Last night, I remembered that there is a box full of zippers in the basement. Robin inherited it from her mom, who had been saving it for years, and we in turn have been saving it (along with a bunch of other stuff) for years. I found a perfect fit, almost a perfect color match, and fixed the vest.
At some level, I'd like to believe that she's still taking care of me.
When Robin switched from the "regular" low carb diet, to ketogenic, it was always for health reasons. It got her blood sugars and blood pressure under control. When I joined her in that way of eating, it worked so well for me that I was able to stop taking Metformin completely. My most recent A1C was 5.5, and my doctor was asking me for keto tips.
But, for quite a while, even though it worked for health, she despaired that it didn't seem to help her weight. Even following the strictest keto plan, limiting to 20 whole carbs a day, no more than seven per meal, her weight was stubborn.
To be honest, I think I started to lose weight before she did -- she mentioned it a couple of times -- but I didn't want to get on the scale, because I thought she'd get more frustrated if I confirmed that I was dropping pounds and she wasn't. When she finally did start to lose weight, in 2018, she got absolutely giddy about it. She started ordering clothes in the next size down, for both of us.
I think that this is why, after her death, one of the first things I wanted to do was clear out her clothing. There's so much in this house, projects that she had put aside -- maybe temporarily, or maybe permanently abandoned -- that she never got to finish, but the clothing was what she was excited about most recently. So, that's what hurts the most to see.
And that's why I've put off buying a new belt. My pants are dropping off me, and the most recent belt purchase doesn't keep them tight enough. But buying clothes for myself, even a belt ... that's not something I feel up to doing right now.
Today, when grabbing briefs from my underwear drawer, I noticed a coil of leather. It was an old belt, one I hadn't worn in so long I can't even remember when. I must have expanded past its limits and replaced it, but being a hoarder, I put it up and forgot about it.
At least, I'm pretty sure that's what happened.
On a related note, one of the pocket zippers on my vest has been broken for a while. I realized recently that I was going to have to fix it, or get a new vest, before a trip coming up. Something else I've been putting off, for the same reason.
Last night, I remembered that there is a box full of zippers in the basement. Robin inherited it from her mom, who had been saving it for years, and we in turn have been saving it (along with a bunch of other stuff) for years. I found a perfect fit, almost a perfect color match, and fixed the vest.
At some level, I'd like to believe that she's still taking care of me.
