Thursday, July 19, 2012
Yesterday I checked my basement closet for more clothes that might now fit me. There was a pair of size 14 jeans there, which looked TINY. My daughter encouraged me to try them on anyway, just to see how close I was getting.
Imagine my shock when they zipped up. Of course, the "muffin top" I was sporting was more like a mushroom cloud, and they are still too tight to wear, but I'm very close! And the 16s I found in there fit perfectly now. Considering that I was wearing a pair of 24s last September, I'm pretty happy with that progress.
But then came the scary part: I let my daughter pack up all my outgrown clothes and take them to Goodwill. She pulled out a few items that she thought she could sell on eBay, but 90% of my fat wardrobe is now GONE. That's a little terrifying. It feels like my safety net is gone.
I know that's really a good thing, but it's tough to let go like that.