On Monday morning I took all of the clothes that I'd purged from my closet to the various places I'd decided to get rid of them.
My first stop was Clothes Mentor, a consignment shop for women's clothing. I took the 3 bins in knowing that they wouldn't keep it all but hoping to make a few bucks. They took a few things and I made $38. Not too bad. I took the other things over to Goodwill.
As I dumped my clothes into a cart at Goodwill I had a feeling of melancholy come over me. I was dumping my life into the bins. The dresses I had worn to my daughters' weddings, clothes I wore in family pictures, my favorite old sweatshirt, jeans I'd worn when I'd gotten "skinny" when I was sick a few years ago. I think that for a split second I wanted to grab them all and take them back home but I got in my car and drove away from the "old" me. In some ways it was liberating and at the same time there's still a bit of sadness a few days later. I haven't really wrapped my brain around it.
The sadness was eased on Wednesday when I stepped on the scale and realized that I'd lost 70 pounds! What a great day! Next goal...80 pounds. Today I am down 71.8!
The other day my youngest daughter send me a text asking if I'd like her to bring home some of the jeans that are too big for her. (She too has been losing weight) Of course, I said yes. I'm excited to get my booty into some Gap jeans. I haven't worn Gap clothes since I was in junior high school! My oldest daughter brought a couple of things over for me the other day...and they fit! A regular size 16 pants...not women's plus size.
It's a good day! I'm headed to the gym now...happy to be a loser.