Raise your hand if you keep clothing that’s too small, because “I know I’ll fit into it again”.
I never did until this past year or so. I have been sliding between gaining and losing the same damn 8lbs and those pants WILL FIT ME AGAIN. I am sure there are 100 reasons that this isn’t good for my mental well being but I stare longingly at that pile.
This morning I tried on no less than 15 outfit combinations and nothing felt right. Too tight, too big, nylons have a run… my room looks like a tornado came through it. I took a potty break and since I was in a cami and undies I decided to weigh in. What… I know I am not alone in preferring to weigh in almost naked, am I right?. Low and behold. I am .5lbs from seeing the 2nd number in my weight drop. FINALLY. Holy shit.
I promptly went to that pile and grabbed a pair of slacks. Booyah!
It’s the small things folks. Happy Monday!
(PS, my foot is at about 80% this morning)
