I am a big believer in getting rid of 'fat clothes.' As soon as something is too big, off it goes to charity. Then if I start to backslide, I realize I have no pants left and I better put down the pizza and pick up some broccoli or I'm going to have to go buy new pants. Again. And that costs money. And I don't have much of it. So I better get my ass in gear.
Brief history lesson: I have fluctuated from a size 12 to 16 for about 15 years now. I'm now the lightest I've ever been, and a solid size 12, bordering on 10.
I have NO PROBLEM getting rid of the 16s and the 14s. Even though I've had to re-buy new pants every few years as the roller coaster reaches the top of the size range. But still, outta there!
But now ... some of the 12s are too big. And these two bags of clothes in mostly size 12-14 and one bag of shoes (because my FEET got smaller!?) are sitting out in the hallway and I'm having a really hard time getting rid of these. (The third bag is mostly old sheets, so it doesn't really count.)
12 is my go-to size. Why would I get rid of these? Certainly I'll gain weight back again and I'll need these. Obviously these 10s are a fluke. This isn't real life.
I never have that discussion with myself when it's a 16. I'm all "ADIOS, @#CKERS, I AM NOT A 16 ANYMORE! HA!"
I am not sure why this is different. But I have changed the way I eat and while the weight is coming off at a ridiculously slow pace, I'm not really yo-yoing. It's a very slow (verrrrrrrry slow) creep downward. i've changed how I eat entirely, in a way that I believe is sustainable for the long run. So, ADIOS, @#CKERS, I AM NOT A 12/14 ANYMORE! HA!
I just find myself very nervous this time for some reason.
Has anyone else ever felt like that?