The Great Closet Purge of 2014

When I saw my doctor a few days ago, I told him that I was getting rid of all of my fat clothes so they wouldn't be there as a crutch to fall back on should I start to regain weight. I was dead serious about this. In fact, I had performed a smaller closet purge in November before heading north for the holidays. While in the process of trying to find fall and winter clothes that would fit me to pack for my trip, I had come across some jeans and tops that really were way too big, so into the trash bag to take to the Goodwill drop they went. While I was at at it, I purged a lot of shorts, capris and summer tops that had gotten too big, plus some random shoes that I really never wore for various reasons. It was about three trash bags full.

So here is my big confession. I am a clothes hoarder. I keep clothes that I have outgrown in hopes that someday they will fit me again. I keep clothes that have a sentimental value attached - tee shirts from vacations and karate tournaments and such. And I had WAY too many clothes. In part, because I had such a wide variety of sizes as my body expanded over the years, but also in large part because growing up poor and wearing clothes that were nearly all hand made or hand-me-down instead of store bought, once I had the means to purchase nicer clothing, I did so. Sometimes with a vengeance. Don't get me wrong - I was never one to purchase designer clothes or anything egregious like that. I am way too practical to spend enough money for a family vacation on a single item of clothing. But I did like to have lots of clothing options because a.) I'm inherently lazy and this meant that I could go longer between laundry days and b.) I didn't have lots of clothing options growing up and having lots of clothes was FUN. Don't judge me. I also had a LOT of clothes from Coldwater Creek. Because I worked in a job where professional attire was expected, as I got heavier and discovered how difficult it was to find attractive, professional clothing in my size, I found to my great delight that Coldwater Creek made nearly all of their regular sized clothing in the exact same styles and colors in plus size. Hallelujah! And the other thing that I simply ADORED about Coldwater Creek clothing was this wondrous miracle fabric called Travel Knit. It became my new BFF. Travel Knit clothing has a lovely drape that does not cling to ones unsightly bumps and bulges and everything has an elastic waist. The the skirts and pants are as comfortable as pajamas and the elastic waist never pinched my ever expanding midsection. The clothes were comfortable, flattering, professional and did I mention, this Travel Knit stuff DOES NOT WRINKLE. EVER. You can wad it up in a ball at the bottom of your hamper and then yank it back out days later in an emergency, shake it out and put it on and no one is the wiser. They don't call it Travel Knit for nothing. This stuff packs like a champ, And when I started working as a consultant and had to travel to client sites, my Coldwater Creek Travel Knit wardrobe was a godsend. Needless to say, I had a LOT of this stuff.

Fast forward three and half years and my client engagement has had me working from home 100% of the time for over three years, so my work wardrobe consists of PJs, shorts and tee shirts or tanks tops. I have far fewer occasions that require me to wear nicer clothing, but I kept that closet full of Coldwater Creek clothes because I know that all good things come to an end and eventually I will move on to another client and will most likely have to travel again and wear professional clothing like a grown up again. Wah.

Now, remember what I told my doctor? Well, when I got home and unpacked my winter clothes from my trip up north, I already had some clothes I had gotten too small for during my stint in Missouri, so they went straight into a trash bag for the Goodwill instead of into my closet and then the trash bag sat on my bedroom floor for a couple of days, waiting to be filled up. After my doctors appointment I made a desultory sweep through my closet and topped off that trash bag and tied it up. I finally got around to dropping it off yesterday. Which made me think that it was time for me to really and truly make good on that promise I made to my doctor, so after running a few more errands, I came home and started my closet purge in earnest. I spent the afternoon trying on clothes that I had been holding on to in hope that someday they would fit again. To my great delight and astonishment, not only did they not fit, they were WAY TOO BIG. I mean REALLY WAY TOO BIG! Somewhere along the line I missed that window of "Oh YAY - these jeans finally fit me again." and went straight to "OMG these jeans are HUGE on me!" This was truly a WOW moment for me. I had to adjourn at 5:00 because I a girls night planned with a friend, but I was eager to reconvene my closet intervention this morning. So after some coffee I eagerly attacked both of my closets. I have my walk-in in the master bedroom, but I also had some winter clothes, and too-small clothes stored in the closet in the other bedroom. Jeans, blouses, skirts, coats, dresses - I couldn't believe the massive amount of clothes that I had hoarded that no longer fit me. Happily, there were also a few smaller sized, really pretty skirts that I had hung onto for years that actually DO fit me now and I moved them into the master bedroom closet. In the process of filling up the trash bags of clothes to donate, I decided that I had liberated enough hangers to finally get rid of all if my wire hangers as I heard the ghost of Joan Crawford screaming in my head. I put most of the newly emptied hangers in the other bedroom closet and then had a little OCD fun arranging them by color. Don't ask. Because I really don't know why.

And on a fun little side note, when I went to my girlfriends house last night for munchies, margaritas and movie night, she mentioned how much I was starting to really resemble my Throwback Thursday pictures. She never knew the old, thinner me because we only met 6 years ago. When she said that it made my whole year. Seriously. Thanks Kim. I heart you.

New Year's Resolutions and Why I Don't Need Them

I think think this E-Card pretty much sums up my feelings about New Year's resolutions. Many people - and that includes me in years past - make well intentioned, but ultimately doomed-to-failure resolutions. You start out with goals that are either too unrealistic, vague or both. You know what I'm talking about. Like the time you (read ME) said on New Year's Day "I am going to lose 50 pounds, get 6 pack abs and sport a string bikini in 6 weeks." Yeah right. So on day one you go out and buy Slim Fast shakes and join a gym. You go to the gym 6 days a week the first week and drink those shakes and eat your sensible dinner meal of dry chicken breast and a salad with nasty tasting fat free salad dressing. Week two - Monday rolls around and you find lots of excuses not to go to the gym, the main excuse being that your ENTIRE body hurts from overdoing it at the gym during week one, like an idiot. You drink that Slim Fast shake for breakfast and by lunch time you tell yourself that you DESERVE that Big Mac because you worked SO HARD at the gym last week and you are so sore, that surely one little Big Mac won't hurt. Plus, you are super cranky and hungry from that horrible diet and you are sure that this will cure the headache that you have had for an entire week. And sadly, it WILL cure that headache. It will also cause the death spiral for your diet and exercise resolutions and by summer time, not only will you not have 6 pack abs or a bikini body, you will be on the phone cancelling your gym membership, all the while trying not to crunch those potato chips too loudly into the phone as you make your lame excuses to the person on the other end of the conversation. And you will buy a new, bigger and uglier bathing suit than the one your wore last summer.

So several years ago I stopped making New Year's resolutions altogether. This absolved me of all guilt when said resolutions were broken by Valentine's Day. Fast forward to New Year's Day 2014. This year things are really, really different for me. I did not make a New Year's resolution. Instead, I made a New Year's reaffirmation. A reaffirmation of the lifestyle change I made on August 1, 2013. I try not to refer to it as a diet and exercise plan because it really is a lifestyle change. Exercise has become a habit and not something that I have to talk myself into. In fact, I feel downright antsy if I miss a few days, like I did earlier this month due to a combination of the the polar vortex that coincided with a really nasty case of bronchitis and laryngitis. By the time this was cleared up it was time to get in my car and spend two days driving home to Florida - no exercise there! I just didn't feel right the whole time. Now that I am back in warmer climes, I am back to walking and it feels good and right and my life is in balance again. And I really only missed a couple of weeks of exercise in total but I hated it! Go figure. The couch potato me of a year ago would not have given a crap.

The other reaffirmation was my eating lifestyle. Although I allowed myself a mini-break from my strict little-or-no-carb lifestyle over the holidays, I had set a goal for December to not gain weight. I don't live in fairy-dust and unicorn-land. I know that is unrealistic to think that I was going to actually lose weight over the holidays when I was going to be baking cookies and pies and making fudge and chocolate peanut clusters. And CHEX MIX! Homemade Chex Mix is a family tradition and that is the one thing I can not say no to. Can. Not. It's like crack. I love me some salty, savory, crunchy Chex Mix heaven. So I knew that I would indulge, possibly to excess. Don't judge - it is only one time a year! My only goal was DON'T. GAIN. WEIGHT. DON'T undo all of the hard work of the previous months. And you know what? I accomplished that goal. Yay me! You want to know how I did it? With the exception of a couple of pretty pathetic Chex Mix binges, I practiced excellent portion control while indulging and I kept up my exercise (except in early January when I was sick) and I did not gain any weight. None. To me, that was a big win and a good test of how the weight maintenance phase of my lifestyle change will work once I have lost the rest of the weight that I would like to lose.

I went to the doctor yesterday for a regularly scheduled weight and blood pressure check since he is monitoring my weight loss closely. In the slightly over two months since my last visit I had managed to lose an additional 12 pounds. He was super impressed! He said he didn't know of anyone that managed that kind of weight loss over the holidays. He was really proud of me and told me over and over how impressed he was. He also cut my statin dosage in half, based on the excellent (read PERFECT) numbers in my last lipid panel, combined with my weight loss. In fact, he is pretty certain that I will be able to stop taking a statin altogether in the very near future. That blew my mind! Oh, and my blood pressure was even lower, so the possibility of getting off from THAT medication may be in my future too. So, I guess this counts as a minor milestone of sorts. Another medication dosage cut in half. Happy, happy, joy, joy!

Here's to a Happy, Healthy, Reaffirmed New Year everybody!