It's been an ongoing process, and I've already tossed TONS of things that were way too big...
But today, I realized that pretty much everything I started out with hangs like a tent-- it's been so many years that "fits" meant "can button/zip/pull it on" that I really have an awful sense of whether something actually flatters.
I've downsized in jeans because the old ones wouldn't stay up, but every shirt still "fits"... some are just baggier than others.
Well, today, I went upstairs and tried on a bunch of things and really tried to look objectively and decide if stuff fits, and I made another HUGE PILE for the Goodwill, including some stuff that I was thrilled about buying on the way down, and
a few things that I bought but never actually wore...
But here's the thing-- I felt so melancholy and sad I was about to cry.
I felt like I was saying goodbye to this whole other person, and even though she gave me a lot of grief, I had learned to love her. She accomplished a lot. She was a good egg. I would have been friends with her.
I haven't reached my goal yet, but I know, objectively, that I no longer look like a morbidly obese person. There is a big difference between the fit but somewhat overweight person that I am now, and the unhealthy, unfit, morbidly obese person who looked like she really did not care and might, possibly, be a little bit crazy.
Finally, I got sick of it, and pulled on my favorite old 3x stretch pants and sweater that I like to wear around the house and that I'm not willing to part with yet.
do you all think I'm nuts???


That's nuts! 

