But not in the sense that Eminem was doing it... more in the literal getting rid of clothes sense.
I have to say that might be the most freeing part of losing weight. Getting to go through my closet and looking at my clothes in a completely different light (and not just because I just changed a lightbulb in there, ha).
I've noticed over the past few months that some clothes that I used to LOVE because they were so big and comfy and cloaked me in happiness now do NOTHING for me. My size XL pajamas bring me nothing but frustration as they fall down and get me all tangled up in my sleep. If I had to run from a murderer wearing those bad boys, I would inevitably trip and fall and I would have to pray that the size of them would camouflage me and make me look like just a pile of blankets. A pile of blankets with a gun.
And my work shirts? The ones that I would wear on a rotation because there was only a few of them that I felt okay in? Yeah. Those don't get worn anymore. I put one on the other morning because I looked at it and said "oh, I haven't worn that one in a while..." and I put it on and it felt like some sort of strange bubble around me. Almost like one of those sumo wrestler halloween costumes that has the fan built in to keep it blown up (except my shirt didn't have an awesome, self ventilation system).
And this super cute top that I tried on at Target and found it to be shockingly comfortable and flattering (I realized as I was putting it back on the hanger that it was a maternity shirt... no wonder I looked skinny in it). That shirt has turned into a dress for me... throw it on over a pair of leggings with some boots, BAM! Say hello to my Valentine's day outfit.
Moral of this story is that, even though my weight loss slows down every once in a while and I get discouraged, I need to take a look at the tags on the clothes I'm wearing now compared to the ones I was wearing 6 months ago. And getting rid of those clothes that I was so familiar and comfortable with before is just a symbol of how far I've come, and the fact that I'm not going back there.
1 comment:
Soooo relate to this! I've been unable to get rid of my "big" clothes thus far, but honestly, sometimes I like to dig them out and put them on. It's a nice reminder of how far I've come. It's so weird to me still to know that my comfy, slightly-oversided jammies are now a size M instead of an XL.
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