"Women usually love what they buy...

but hates 2/3 of what is in their closet..."

Not true in my case... I probably hate about 1/5.

My fat clothes.

Let me demonstrate:

This is the left side of the closet - packed with clothes that no longer fit me. ALL of my favorite clothing is on this side of the closet.










My favorite Ann Taylor jacket...













My favorite sweatshirt...



My absolute favorite jeans - Lucky Dream Jean...



You get the picture.

On the right hand side, we have the FAT CHICK clothing. :(

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Yes... this is all the clothing I currently own that is worthy of hanging. I have maybe two drawers with shorts, other shirts (that I would never wear into public) and gym clothing. But that is not even the worst thing...

THIS is the worst thing:

FUCKING MATERNITY CLOTHING!
NINE MONTHS AFTER I ALREADY GAVE BIRTH!

It's sad. I'm sad. I'm so done with this crap.

I'm trying to be brutally honest here - in order to deal with this and get my ass on the go. Everytime I walk by a mirror, I am disgusted with myself. I am done being fat. I am done not being able to wear things I want to wear, run around with the girls for hours on end, be confident in myself, etc.

Tomorrow I will update with my weight and a photo. I do not have the time/patience to keep a food blog and I'm sure most of you could care less what I'm actually eating, just that I'm eating well.

So here we go... back on the wagon and hopefully this time I can stay on.

How depressing...

I was cleaning and organizing our master bedroom today and was separating my clothes out - things that currently fit, things that do NOT currently fit, and goodwill.

The things that do NOT fit are overwhelming and the things that DO fit are depressing.

Half of my closet is chock-full of awesome clothing - cute tee shirts, jeans, crops, capris, dresses, jackets, tops, blouses, etc. The other half... has ugly clothes. Huge clothes. Clothes I never want to wear again.

So, now that I am done vacationing for a bit, I have a renewed sense of purpose. I WILL lose this weight. I will fit in to my FAVORITE Lucky jeans again. I WILL slip on my beautiful Nicole Miller evening gown - even if I only run around the house whooping that it fits. I will NOT look like a frumpy gross mom who got married and had kids and let herself go.

I am DONE. DONE DONE DONE.

DONE.

I WILL be better at posting here. Back to pictures and weight, weekly. Every Friday.