There are slim pickings in my closet right now. I have tossed all of my 46, 44, 42 and 40 pants. I have been a solid 38 for the past month and just getting by with the few pairs of 38 pants that I have, as I have no desire to buy any more transition clothes because I am hopefully about one month away from being in a 36.
I am shocked at the sheer volume of material required to cloth me seven months ago. I figure by the end of the year I will be ready to shop for my new wardrobe for the new me. I think the lack of clothing options is even more frustrating for Kerry than it is for me. She is excited to dress me up instead of watching me walk around in my now oversized shirts. Once I am closer to my goal weight I look forward to shopping for clothes that will show off my healthy body—a 180-degree turnaround from the shopping mentality (buy whatever hides me best) I had for the past five-plus years.
I put on a jacket yesterday that I had not worn since March, and in March it was so tight on my stomach I couldn't zip it up and was contemplating buying the next larger size...now I have so much room in it I could smuggle a watermelon into a movie theater.
Life is good. I have so much to be thankful for and I am slowing but surely taking responsibility for my weight. I have tried to stop acting like I am a victim, and let go of all of the excuses.
Keep moving forward,