continued from yesterday...

He was never fat as a child or as a young adult, so he doesn’t have fat cells, waiitng to be filled up. (You know that theory don’t you?) I had decided to answer this survey because I thought it would be helpful to others to learn that a challenged person can handle a diet— well, Weight Watchers— and actually lose weight. His long-inured counsellor and doctor thought it was hopeless,that he’d never do it—but he was doing it. No opportunity came up to enable me to explain about the bullying challenged people suffer, so I finally left it. But it left me, thinking.

When did he get fat? When his current room-mate was paired with him in the Apartment Program run by Community Living.They’ve been together over ten years. I’ll have to ask Matt how many. He moved to his current apartment about the same time as I left Toronto and moved to Muskoka where I gained weight. That’s when i saw he needed to lose, too, so I drove into the city once a week and took him and his room-mate to a WW meeting. We all lost weight, but the men rapidly gained it back more than I did, though i back-slid quite a bit.

It was my fault. What was I thinking? I hadn’t been paying attention. Now I am and he’s living with me for the duration (of Covid-19) so it’’s easy-peasy again. Lots and lots of vegetables and make purple choices. WW uses colours now which is good because Matt doesn’t count very well.

Tonight we’re having zoodles and jumbo shrimp with lots of pesto and Parmesan cheese. Matt is very patient with my manual Spiraiizer and loves shrimp. Fruit for dessert.

i’m going to continue with other discoveries of my blind neglect —not neglect exactly, but mistakenly thinking Matt had learned everything he needed to know. None of us does, ever.

We go on, we go on.