clothing gluttony (and weight loss)

As of this morning, I am officially half-way there!  WOO-HOO!!  Another 2 pounds are gone, which brings the total to 61, which is exactly half the amount I'm trying to lose.  I feel very, very fortunate in that I feel so well and don't seem to have problems with anything.  I am finding that I live on grilled chicken nowadays and I love it.  The best part is that I've yet to find a restaurant that doesn't serve some form of grilled chicken, so eating out is no problem.  Well, I guess there is one problem.  John and I were just discussing (over dinner at Oliveto's) that we will probably never eat at home again once Spencer moves out this summer.  Seriously.  I do cook (yes, Mom, I really do) a few nights a week, but since Spencer hasn't come home any evening for the past 2 weeks, it's just John and I and we always end up eating out.  I don't mind this; it's no hardship on me (I hate to cook for those of you who might not know) but it does feel a little strange.  But if I cook here, I am only cooking for John because what I eat doesn't amount to enough to count for anything.  Getting used to cooking for 1 or 2 is just weird after cooking for 4 healthy eaters for the past 15-20 years.  But you have to enjoy each stage of life as it comes, and if this stage means no more cooking, along with driving a car that only seats 2 and can't haul groceries or kids, I guess I'll find a way to persevere.  :)


In other news....I am feeling a little ashamed of myself today.  I spent yesterday going through my clothes and I am astounded at my gluttony when it comes to clothes shopping.  I don't think I realized how much stuff I had, but now I do and I am amazed at how much I have spent on clothes (and shoes) in the past decade or two.   I packed three huge tubs, and I still have a closet full, a 6-foot table with stacks and stacks of shirts and jeans, plus another wall of stacked T-shirts and lounge clothes by the bed.  And that doesn't even count the drawers under the bed or the armoire in our room.  It's mind boggling and also sad that I could be this way and not really even realize it until now. Even worse is the fact that I am not a pack rat (like someone else I live with) and I do go through clothing and have major clean-outs periodically.  I cannot even tally the amount of clothing I have donated to Goodwill and the Salvation Army over the last 20 years, and still I have enough to clothe a third-world country at this point.  But I am going to work on correcting this bad habit, even though I know that shopping for smaller clothes is a lot of fun.  If I can just make myself wear what I already have (in smaller sizes) I shouldn't need to buy anything at all until late this summer.  But even then, I am going to make a promise to myself to cut the retail therapy down to something reasonable (and not more than I can actually wear in a season).  Hopefully I won't need formal counseling or a 12-step program to accomplish this.


Okay, so a pic from today.  And this one is for Christy, who told me I needed some new clothes for my new body (because, as she said, my other clothes were way too big).  This is actually a top I've had for several years, a favorite from Torrid, and some jeans I couldn't even pull up past my lower thighs a few weeks ago.  It's a happy day :)

~k