On one of my good days, I decide to tackle number two on my list, which was to get rid of all of my clothes that I had not worn in the past three years. As I was going through my bins all six, of them each piece of clothing held its own memory. It bought sadness to my heart that I never made it back down to the sizes.
I was holding on to what turned out to be a pipe dream. As I drove up to the bin, where you donate the clothing and began to fill the bin with all of my clothes that I could no longer wear I began to feel a sense of release. Here I had been holding on to these clothes all these years and for what hoping that I would get back down to that size; and every year I felt like a failure when I didn’t and beat myself up emotionally each time. Finally home with all the memories behind me; I no longer am hostage to my clothes, and my clothes no longer have a hold one me. I have decided I am reforming starting in the New Year, no more holding on to hopeful clothes; I am going to go big or go home. In the New Year am committing to a lifestyle change not another Die~ it.
How is everyone doing?
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