New clothes… 3/3/05

Tonight I was teasing my DH about new clothes. I figure that by the time the fall semester rolls around I’ll have dropped enough weight to become a svelte size 18. If/when that happens, I will definitely need new clothes. Probably not much, but some new clothes. He told me that I will have to get rid of a big whack of the clothes that are currently stuffed into my dresser before I can get new clothes.

The thought of getting rid of the “extra” clothes sent me into a near panic. I don’t consider myself to be a clothes horse by any means, but I have a lot of clothes I used to fit into and figure that I will fit into once again. (Yeah, a pipe dream.)

The last time I lost any serious weight, I gave away all my “fat clothes” but of course, I gained back all the weight I’d lost. I’m terrified that if I give away the current batch of “fat clothes” I will have to go right out and buy more because this band thing probably won’t work for me. (Yes I know, I’m big on irrational fears. But given my history, this probably isn’t such an irrational fear.)

I am a food hoarder, and now it looks like I am a clothes hoarder too.
I'm a food hoarder, but to get ready for my band and the new life after that, I've started to empty out my pantry and my freezer. It is rather stressful to open the cupboards and see then bare. But, I think to work through some of the pain I've accumulated, I need to permit myself to empty out my shelves of food. To not only let the food go, but also what it represents in my past life and my current life.