This morning when I woke up and started getting ready for work I made the decision to put on my "fat" work pants. I knew that I wanted to be extra comfy considering the 90 minute drive I had to endure to go to a training conference. While at the conference, I excused myself to go to the restroom and while there I discovered that my "fat" pants had a hole in them that was quite visible if my shirt was not pulled down all the way. Thankfully it was not in an embarrassing location like my butt. I quickly covered it up and went about my day, but I never forgot about it.
I then go to thinking about the idea of why I still had my "fat" pants. I made myself a promise when I started down this journey of weight loss that this time I was not going to save my bigger sized clothes. I didn't want to give myself any options or excused to begin gaining weight again. A part of me thinks that by holding on to them I will one day need them when I hopefully get pregnant, but another part of me thinks that by keeping them I am sabotaging myself. The later part won in the end. When I start getting ready for bed tonight, instead of throwing my "fat" pants in the laundry pile and then in the eventually to be patched/fixed pile, I'm throwing them in the trash.
This is a huge step for me, but I'm not looking back this time.
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