The Bare Essentials

So, I went through my closet and collected this basket full of bras, underwear, and socks. I sorted everything, then I matched the socks. I was wondering where all of my socks had gone. Well, I have found them--in fact, I now have 2 drawers full of socks. I fear I may need to down size. I kept thinking that all of my socks had some how made it to the bag of unmatched socks. But when I looked in there, I couldn't find a match. Hence -- my dilemma. Since I couldn't find my socks, I kept buying new ones. Oh --those darn socks.

I did go to my appointment today, I left at 9:15 and I didn't return until around 5pm. What a day. My husband was proud of me for driving myself to my appointment. He had mentioned that a year ago I would not have been able to do it.

I feel good about my task for today, since I did not have much time. I did not make it to the gym. My dog ran out of food, so I am making her some rice.

A friend called a couple weeks ago and we are going to go on vacation. Me and "the 3 sisters". It is always a riot going on vacation with them. And it will give me a goal. I am going to try to go down 1 pant size by our trip in May. I can do it. I just need to keep telling myself that. Laying off the pop and donuts would help too.

As I was going through my closet (looking for the essentials), I came across so many clothes. So many clothes that I felt weighed down. It will feel good to get rid of some of these clothes, but I know that it will be a struggle. I received a great comment: I need to try on the clothes and ask myself--1)Do they fit? and 2)Do they look nice? That was a great comment because I tend to buy the cotton shirts that feel nice, but they hug every roll. I hate those shirts. I mean --I love them and I hate them. Whenever I can't stand looking at myself anymore (in those shirts), I usually end up using them for sleeping.

And that's another struggle. Sleepwear. I live in a household with step-kids (full-time), and I don't feel comfortable roaming around in just those shirts (I don't mean just those shirts--I also have pajama bottoms on--silly). I usually end up putting a sweatshirt on --- then I start sweating. The youngest once commented on why I wear sweatshirts all the time. --What could I say? I'm sure they can see me sweating. So, I say --what I always say when faced with a difficult question--I like them. That satisfied the little one, so I patted her on her bottom, and she went up to bed. ha ha

I would like to believe that I live in a fairy tale, and someone with a giant lollipop will ask me if I want Mary Poppins to come over and get my place Spit-Spot. I would say --yes--yes. But, that is not my world. I have to make my own place Spit-Spot. The bubble has burst.

Tomorrow, I will continue on my closet. What will I chose to do --- probably try on some clothes--yuck. But, it has to be done. Does anyone else have a suggestion? I could just take everything out and donate it to the Salvation Army. And then go buy all new clothes that fit my "X" figure. Really it is an 18, but I have been unfortunate to see the likes of 1x and 2x. That is not fun-- NOT FUN FOR ANYONE. Anyway, that looks like the way it's going to breakdown. Me trying on clothes---I better have extra med on hand. ha ha

I will talk to you tomorrow. Until then...

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