Before |
At first, I tried on every piece of clothing before I decided it was too big and put it in a bag. I couldn't believe how huge everything was on me. A few shirts could now pass for dresses if they were a couple of inches longer. And a lot of the pants and skirts wouldn't even stay up. Yes, they just fell down -- while buttoned. I'd hold them up and look in the mirror. I felt like I was in one of those weight-loss commercials where people show how big their clothes were. You've seen them -- the ones where the pants seem to be twice the size of the person.
After filling four large trash bags, I stopped trying on everything. My ego had been boosted. I could tell by looking at the size that something wasn't going to fit. I filled two more bags.
Halfway there |
About that time, a couple of friends asked me to go shopping. My bedroom/closet was a wreck, but I couldn't resist. I was getting rid of so many things that I felt I deserved to buy something new. I had the best time shopping. I went in several stores I've never been in before ... because I couldn't wear those sizes. And I bought a size large sweater -- first size large since I started losing weight. That's a major accomplishment. So much so that one of my friends instead on taking a photo of me buying it.
My friends were so nice and supportive. Well, except for when they forced me to try on a red dress. They both were trying on the same dress. I finally gave in. I am, after all, trying to do new things. I'll admit that the dress did look pretty fantastic on me, but it was quite form-fitting and definitely not my style. I didn't buy it, but one of friends did and she looks fabulous in it. I also tried on three-inch black heels. I really wanted them, but I knew I'd never wear them and I couldn't justify the roughly $110 price tag.
I might have to sleep in the guest room. |
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