Good Will and Good Riddance

I think I shrank over night. Very few of my t-shirts seem to fit and I’m almost certain it’s time to head over to Kohl’s to buy another two pairs of jeans in a smaller size (14!). I like the idea of getting smaller/taking up less space, but what happened to the warning signs? I don’t recall ever going to sleep only to wake up a full size smaller in the past ten months. Why now?

I’m in full-fledged Wardrobe Panic Mode!

- I now have a total of two hoodies that fit, but only after laundry day. What good is a hoodie if you can’t get multiple wears out of it?

- I now have a total of five to eight t-shirts that range from decent to slightly baggy in the fit department. I went from twenty t-shirts to eight. EIGHT! And this is after replacing all of my older Fatty Tees with smaller, Less Fatty Tees.

- I now have a total of two pairs of jeans (+ one pair of cords) that fit, but only after laundry day. How am I supposed to live on two pairs of jeans that have a cumulative life-span of two days? Ridiculous!

- I now have a drawer full of underwear that do not fit. When I say drawer, I mean drawer (as in 30+ pairs). I still wear them, but often spend the better part of my day fishing them out of my crack.

- I now have a total of two bras that fit and better continue to fit because I am not down with settling into a B cup. No way, no how. I will go on a BK binge before I let these puppies sag any lower.

- I now have a winter coat that is at least two sizes too big. I was convinced that The Girl and I could squeeze into it together and zipper it. We tried, but failed. Two more inches and I’ll have myself the ultimate ‘after’ photo.

Not only am I running out of clothing, but I’m stuck in this weird limbo when it comes to what type of clothing I should purchase in the near future. I love my eccentric t-shirts dearly, but I’m looking forward to expanding my wardrobe beyond that of a twelve-year old boy. At the same time, I don’t want to buy really cute/fun clothing only to replace said cute/fun clothing in a few months with smaller cute/fun clothing. Maybe I’m playing the ‘upgrading = expensive’ card because I am scared shitless to venture into the big bad world of Real People Clothing.

Weight-loss = one big change + one big challenge after another.

What to do, what to do.