Oh gawd--it'll be like ripping off the band aid, I promised myself--quick, ruthless, still painful.
In the spring of 2013, I found, much to my delight, that at the weight I was then, I could find clothes--nice clothes--to fit me.
I went on a mini shopping spree and put together a cute little summer wardrobe.
When fall came around, I ordered clothes to be shipped to me--ordered them from Land's End and Old Navy in plus sizes. I tried them on, agonized. Returned, re-ordered and finally settled on some lovely things. All of them too good, mind you, to wear to work. (I do not want to get paint on anything costly or time consuming to replace. Though I have.)
But then I gained some weight. Not a terrible amount--but just enough to make the sleeves too tight and the hems too short.
I went back to wearing yoga pants and Walmart T-shirts.
So, tonight was the night.
Face the demons.
Face the disappointment, once and for all.
I had 24 sweaters.
sorry for the crappy lighting, but I did it while I was motivated which was after 9pm.
That includes 6 cardigans (2 not shown) and 6 turtlenecks.
After the sort and purge, I now have 12 sweaters-- including 4 cardigans and 2 turtlenecks. Unfortunately, pretty much all the colour was purged as well.
That black and grey diamond up there? Bought that last year and nearly wore it to death. I want another one!