Shift.
I’m going to a wedding tomorrow.
I have nothing to wear.
Don’t get me wrong, I have a house filled to brimming with clothes. Lots and lots of clothes. Size 10-12 clothes that are wedding appropriate? Those I don’t have.
I went shopping today to find something, and I was feeling frustrated because I couldn’t find anything I liked as well as some of the things I already own, things that flat-out don’t fit me anymore. It was annoying and took forever, but I eventually found a couple of cute things.
Later, though, I realized something kind of cool had happened. While I was shopping and bemoaning my poor excuse for a wardrobe right now, my thought wasn’t that I should lose a little so those clothes fit again.
No, my thought was that I wished I’d never lost weight in the first place because then all those clothes in my closet that I love would all be the right size.
Wishing I had never lost weight…that was a new one for me.
I think I like it.
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Wishing you had never lost the weight, I love that! What a healthy way to look at the situation.
That’s very awesome! The last time I went shopping, I experienced my first moment like that. Well, kind of like that. I realized I wasn’t freaking out by what size the clothes were. In fact, there were a few times when I was pissed that they didn’t have the size I wanted, even though it was a good size or two bigger than I’m used to. Bwah! It was fabulous. I can’t wait until I have money to spare again…I’m actually looking forward to shopping!
When I lost weight years ago, the moment I would grow out of a size, I’d toss those clothes in a heap to be donated to charity. My reckoning was that I would never wear them again.
Wrong. Now that I’ve regained some of the weight, I so wish I had those clothes back. Aside from the money I’ve spent on a new wardrobe three times over, some of my old clothes were really cute.