Through most of my middle-aged years my waist size fluctuated between 36 and 40 inches. With my gut hanging over my belt. If I had worn my pants at the proper height, at my navel, I would’ve needed 44-inch pants. Maybe 46. I was not healthy.
But, as I’ve mentioned before, the throat cancer has caused me to shed a lot of weight. Now that I can eat normally again (hallelujah) I no longer look gaunt and I’m gaining back muscle. Nonetheless, my waist keeps shrinking. And shrinking.