If you want me to figure out where you are at on your weight management journey, there’s one place in your house I would need to check out first. No, its not your fridge, or your pantry or your kitchen. Its your closet. What’s in there right now?
This weekend my partner was tossing out clothes in order to make room for some new purchases, as well as to rid himself of what he considers to be outdated. “Ugh, this is so 2004” he would say, and toss another perfectly good garment on the pile. While always a fashionably dressed urban hipster, now that he’s in the clothing business, how he looks is even more important to him.
Of course what got to me is that all of these clothes still fit him. When I went to my own closet, I realized I had a lot of very “2004” clothes in there too. But in my case, they were clothes that had become too small for me when I went up a waist size mid year.
When I started working for my current employer, I bit the bullet and acknowledged that my weight gain, although modest, meant that I could no longer dress my best. I reluctantly went to Macy’s and bought a few pairs of nice slacks that would, I told myself, tide me over.
This was hard because in 2001, I had thrown out absolutely every single article of clothing in my possession that wast either too large or too small. For several years afterward, I gloried in the knowledge that when it came time to get dressed, I would definitely fit into every single thing I had owned. In the past I had always kept several “just in case” large sizes and a few “hope springs eternal” small things. I finally declared to myself that I was through with all of that.
So it was, that yesterday I began adding to Devin’s pile. One by one I tried on everything I owned. If it fit, it stayed. If not, it went. Fortunately, it turned out to be only a very few things that got the boot. And I said goodbye to them with a sense of relief. I don’t have to keep anything around that reminds me of what “might” happen.
This morning getting dressed it was wonderful to have that freedom of opening the doors and having endless possibilities in front of me. And if I need to do all of this again at some point, no worries. There are always department store sales, thrift stores, tag sales, and hand-me-downs. The bottom line is this: If your clothes are calling out to you, keep ‘em. If they’re calling you names, toss ‘em out.
P.S. Yes, all of our things went to charity.