This morning was a very emotional time for me. I waved goodbye to my past. All boxed up and loaded in the back of a pickup truck...gone at last.
For several years now I have been hanging onto my fat clothes. Boxes of them from size 8 through 30. Jeans, shorts, shirts and sweaters, PJ's swimsuits, dresses and coats. I decided to never get rid of them because of the many past experiences I have had with losing weight. I'd get rid of fat clothes and then have to hang my head in shame to go purchase more when I regained. Well, here is hoping that I haven't made the same mistake again!
The kids at school were having a clothing drive for the local agency that supplies low income families with food and clothes. The winning class receives a treat...haha Ice cream sundaes no less, (oh boy, don't get me started on that one!). Anyway, my son is sure to have his belly full today.
So I did it. I purged hundreds of items of clothing. Gone...but not forgotten.


) Thankfully it was her. Anyway, I did get a lot of comments which felt weird. Most of those people knew me fat, but there have been a few teachers come in that had never met me until I lost weight. So, yeah, it was awkward. I wish they didn't have to open the boxes, and went by weight or something...like they do for food drives. Oh well. I'm still free at last.
