Day Dunno Operation Waistline Deadline

I'm eating when someone puts food in front of me, whatever anyone puts in front of me and that's all I know.
I might be stumbling backward a few pounds, but I've been knocked back a few paces from any perspective.
The only "I hope something fits" moments I'm having are staring at my black wardrobe and trying to make sense of it all.
I hate fashion at the moment. There are inappropriate styles, unseasonable styles, clashing pieces and the worst part of it all, remembering other funerals I've worn ensembles to.
Would it betray the memory of the other person I loved to wear the same outfit?
On top of that, how can I continue segregating parts of my wardrobe for mourning? Every time I glance that way, a pang, however brief, stops my heart.
Is it healthy to have a mourning wardrobe? Or is it simply practical and respectful?
I'd like to think it's respectful, practical and a little sentimental in a reminiscent way.
I know, I'm over-thinking. I always do. At least I'm aware of it nowadays and not paralyzed by it.
I've carefully chosen the pieces. A long black skirt, a Victorian black satin and lace blouse, black flats with a kitten heel, a barrette to pull my hair halfway-up loosely.
I bought several packs of Pocket Puffs tissues for any ladies in embarrassing need, waterproof makeup, über-strong hairspray for the wind, I have a black fan from my Great Aunt Vī,who lived in Spain, in case it's sweltering or the sun is glaring.
I hate that I think do much.
I wish there were a switch to dumb myself down. I might say Duh a lot, but the trade-off could be worth it. No more obsessing when what's important is just paying respect and saying goodbye, getting closure. If there really is so certain and sure a time. It's always been gradual to me.
Anyway, at days end tomorrow, there's no switch to flip and shed light on one's life again simply because the formalities are finalized. Our senses carry memories. It takes the human brain 21 days to break a habit. Those two premiss alone are sufficient to conclude that a sense of peace/closure/normalcy won't occur for those closest to the lost when they awake Thursday morning.
I am removed now. I'll pray for the family every time they cross my mind, and try to make that often. They have a lifetime of reminders, memories to put to rest in a place of peace within themselves.
OWD can be put off. Grief cannot.