A couple of weeks ago, I was folding clothes and I had the most fantastic revelation. We all know that when people lose weight, they get new clothes. We know that in our head. But.... the thought of the real possibility of buying new clothes that didn't contain an "X" in the size, was such a revelation that it made me giddy. Yes, giddy. Now, I hate clothes shopping. I do. I am short and squatty and everything that fits across the middle and the buttocks is twelve inches too long. True story! The fantasy reality was wonderful.
I would be able to throw away, give away, do whatever with all my baggy tshirts with holes and stains. I wouldn't have to keep them because they fit. I could give away all my sweat pants that my brother calls my "clown pants". I will agree, they are too big but they are comfy. I'll be able to buy cute clothes. I won't have to buy something that looks like 1960's drapery fabric. I'm telling you, the day dream made me happy.
The possibility of freedom from my weight lifts my spirit. It's something I don't really share with others. It's like I can't tell anyone my dream of new clothes because I'm not there in my journey.
Just the thought keeps that light aglow and I'm going to follow this dream.
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