At 35 pounds of weight loss, even though my weight is still well into the 300’s, I’m starting to have trouble fitting my clothes. I have done a sort of half-ass Konmari on my closet several times in the past 5 years or so, so I wouldn’t say I had a lot of clothes to begin with, but now the options are pretty slim indeed. I had a few garments that were starting to hang off me. They drooped so low on my chest that I was practically flashing people. I had to toss them. I’ve had a couple losses due to attrition, because they fit so I wore them more often. I just dragged all my short sleeves out of secondary storage into primary storage, and I would guess it’s only about a foot of hanging space, plus the foot of hanging space I already had there.

I’ll be pulling tops out and trying them on whenever I get dressed. So far, 3 got tossed, because they looked super weird on my body right now. And since I’m fully committed to this, the problem is only going to get worse. I have even had to toss a few bras. I’ve never tossed a bra in my life, unless it was broken or somehow no longer functional. That was a super weird feeling. I believe I may have mentioned in a prior post that my bras are a specialty size. They aren’t cheap unless they are ill-fitting wire-free “house” bras. But even today, I’m wearing a formerly nice bra – one I saved for special occasions – I had to tighten the back and straps, but the cup is a little roomy.

Don’t worry, guys. The hideous pink pants from my only selfies are still in rotation for pajamas. (LOL) Their days are kind of numbered, though. I’ve already had to make a minor alteration to the legs so they wouldn’t flap around quite so much.

I do dread this part of the process. I do not like clothes shopping (thank god for online shopping), and I haven’t lost enough weight to dramatically change sizes. And I still really don’t like my body, plus now I can see where some excess skin is going to give me trouble (there’s a weird thigh thing that is going to get very scary looking, very quickly). Having to constantly source enough things to fit without breaking the bank on an ongoing basis is going to be tricky. If it weren’t for leggings, I’d be lost entirely.

I used to only wear skirts. For years, decades even. I haven’t pulled a skirt out of the closet in months. I should go through them and possibly order myself one, but how? I don’t even know what size to get or how long I’d be able to wear that size. I’m not all that vain, but I AM self-conscious and clothes have always been a bit of an armor for me. I wear black and long skirts and drapey things. That’s kind of my jam, even when admiring others’ fashion, but also, it’s been great for draping me in folds of fabric to disguise lumps and bumps. But the drapes have to be at least *kind of* right…

Ugh. Unanticipated consequences. Now I regret tossing out all those smaller sized clothes a few years ago. Honestly, though? I never thought I would lose weight. I wanted to and I figured I would eventually, but it wasn’t in my short term plan. It was too daunting. I figured I would get sick and that would be that.

Which is what happened, really, but the weight loss isn’t a side-effect, it’s a choice.

So here I am, in my sloppy loose clothes, but pretty happy about it overall.

Also, I had a NSV (Non-scale victory) the other day. My one chubby friend, who is also dieting, said I looked skinny! LOL For sure, that was him being kind, but he said my weight loss was noticeable and was letting me know it. He is officially the first person to say something. Very sweet!

xo