Out with the Old...
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Jenny and I were out this weekend to buy a few articles of clothing for our upcoming trip to the UK and Ireland. We didn't want to walk around the chic streets of London like a bunch of lazy American hobos! My year-old jeans were slowly getting larger, so I took the opportunity to buy a new pair.
After trying on a half dozen, I settled on a pair that was slightly snug, but would fit great after an hour or two of walking around to stretch them out. Ok, you're thinking, what the heck does this have to do with anything? When I decided enough was enough back at the end of the "fat" era, I wore a 44" waist...a tight 44" waist. I bought a pair of 32's for the trip. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I've taken a whole foot off my waistline.
And what of my trusty old pair? I'm glad you asked!
They've been relegated to oil changing and camping duty. Jenny and I have gone through untold hundreds of dollars of clothes in the last four years. I've slowly watched my waist shrink through a half dozen or more sizes. My gut has gone from a Santa-like XXL to a DeLaHoya-like small. I've gone through more belts than a Jiffy Lube. I've shrunk out of more underwear than...you get the point. And I've always ditched my old clothes.
One more time - I've always ditched my old clothes. Don't keep yours. Get rid of them.
Keeping your old clothes is one of weight management's biggest no-no's. In doing so you say, "Hey I might (or probably will) fail, so let me keep these just in case." What a terrible state of mind that puts you in! You're starting out assuming failure, accepting defeat! I only allow one old article of clothing to remain in my closet - a pair of black slacks, affectionately called my "fat pants", that I keep to see how far I've come.
Getting rid of garbage bags (the lawn kind, not the little bathroom wastebasket kind) of old clothes has been so incredibly therapeutic. It's almost a spiritual cleansing, as if I'm saying a final goodbye to the body I loathed and hello to the person I've always wanted to be.
Don't like throwing away perfectly good clothes? Might I suggest:
Jenny also sells old clothes on consignment. This works great when she's gotten me clothes for Christmas that don't fit by Easter. Don't laugh, it's happened.
It's a strange thing, when an activity that you used to hate and avoid becomes something fun, something to look forward to. Enjoying my new me, and letting go of the old me, is one of the many indescribable joys that make losing weight so much more than a number on a scale.
After trying on a half dozen, I settled on a pair that was slightly snug, but would fit great after an hour or two of walking around to stretch them out. Ok, you're thinking, what the heck does this have to do with anything? When I decided enough was enough back at the end of the "fat" era, I wore a 44" waist...a tight 44" waist. I bought a pair of 32's for the trip. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I've taken a whole foot off my waistline.
And what of my trusty old pair? I'm glad you asked!
They've been relegated to oil changing and camping duty. Jenny and I have gone through untold hundreds of dollars of clothes in the last four years. I've slowly watched my waist shrink through a half dozen or more sizes. My gut has gone from a Santa-like XXL to a DeLaHoya-like small. I've gone through more belts than a Jiffy Lube. I've shrunk out of more underwear than...you get the point. And I've always ditched my old clothes.
One more time - I've always ditched my old clothes. Don't keep yours. Get rid of them.
Keeping your old clothes is one of weight management's biggest no-no's. In doing so you say, "Hey I might (or probably will) fail, so let me keep these just in case." What a terrible state of mind that puts you in! You're starting out assuming failure, accepting defeat! I only allow one old article of clothing to remain in my closet - a pair of black slacks, affectionately called my "fat pants", that I keep to see how far I've come.
Getting rid of garbage bags (the lawn kind, not the little bathroom wastebasket kind) of old clothes has been so incredibly therapeutic. It's almost a spiritual cleansing, as if I'm saying a final goodbye to the body I loathed and hello to the person I've always wanted to be.
Don't like throwing away perfectly good clothes? Might I suggest:
Jenny also sells old clothes on consignment. This works great when she's gotten me clothes for Christmas that don't fit by Easter. Don't laugh, it's happened.
It's a strange thing, when an activity that you used to hate and avoid becomes something fun, something to look forward to. Enjoying my new me, and letting go of the old me, is one of the many indescribable joys that make losing weight so much more than a number on a scale.
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5 Comments:
So svelte so svelte ... ;-0
8/25/2005 9:56 AM
Wow, you must be so proud of yourself!
8/25/2005 10:52 AM
Congrats William! That is some feat!
8/25/2005 10:57 PM
That's awesome. The size between my biggest and smallest is only 7 or 8 inches, I'm so jealous :-)
8/26/2005 1:44 PM
congratulations! have fun on your trip - i'm jealous!
9/03/2005 11:02 AM
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