Good Riddance!

After putting it off for, well, let's be honest, a year and half, I am finally cleaning out my closet. I have 4 different stages that I could catergorize my clothing in: super skinny (hey, don't laugh, these are my catergories) pre-baby stage, aka really cute, rather pricey clothes; really fat, I'm eating because "the baby needs it", maternity clothes; extra large, no, I'm not pregnant ANYMORE, cheap, please let SOMETHING fit around my Dolly Parton chest and my J.Lo booty clothes; and last but not least, my current, average size. No, I never made it back to my original weight, yes, my hips and booty forgot to shrink back down to pre-baby size, but hey, I am happy and feel good in my clothes.

Since I am post-baby and comfortable that my body will never be the skinny little thing it used to be, I figured it was time to finally get rid of all of my category 1clothes. However, that is the only category of clothes that is leaving my closet since I think I would like to have another child (today) and therefore, will eventually need those other clothes (but those are now organized within their own groups). Turns out, I had a lot more money to spend on clothes pre-baby and the stack of category 1 clothes leaving my closet was shocking. Now, you might be thinking that it could be worse, but the sad truth is that I already donated a pile just about as big as this to my sister this summer.


I can't tell you how freeing it felt to walk in my closet and just pull everything off the hangers. I almost messed up and got rid of things that fit just because I was enjoying myself so much. It was like turning over a new leaf. Finally acknowledging that I will never be able to wear those clothes again and not caring anymore. I mean, why torture myself? Plus, now that Brett's side of the closet is twice as full as mine it means that I can go shopping, right?!

I must say that I am thrilled to be free of the little voice inside my head that says, "If you would put down that cookie and go hit the treadmill, you might be able to wear that beautiful wrap sweater that you drove to 2 different stores to find and bought hot off the rack with no coupons" (gasp). Well, guess what? I like coupons now and while the sweater is beautiful, it itches.

Now I'm going to eat some cookies. Take THAT little voice.