**Disclaimer*** You will never find me on an episode of hoarders. Promise. And I do clean out my closet on occasion to donate things I truly can’t or won’t wear.
Just had to get that off my chest.
Many of us have them.
Clothes that haven’t fit in a while. Or in a decade.
Things that we can sort-of-almost squeeze into but just can’t part with. Or things that have long since fit but we just can’t admit that we might never squish into them again. Ever.
“It was on sale, I really should keep it”
“Are you kidding? I paid a lot for that skirt and I’m not getting rid of it”
“It might fit someday”
“Wait, wait, I can almost button them” (Followed by inhaling belly button to spine and praying the button doesn’t explode across the room)
All things we say to ourselves that keep these items living in the “Closet of Denial”.
Some people have a small section of denial in their closet. Some have an entire wall devoted to what could be.
I guess I would fall somewhere in between.
In the 20 years since college, I have been up and down the size aisle so many times I have lost count. Up a size, down 2, up 3, down 1. Each weight range with it’s own size; each size with it’s own part of the closet. And from each size I have kept my favorites, holding on to the hope that they will someday fit. Suffice it to say I have a few cute things I could outfit myself in. Every size from 10 to never-you-mind a few times over. And then some.
There they sit. The too-small, in-denial sizes. I eye them longingly, dreaming of the day they will see the light of day once again. Wondering what it would be like to have the need of a belt for other than decorative purposes.
Caution: Rationalization ahead. Here it comes.
The problem with getting rid of the faves from the in-denial section is that I am always striving to get there again. And when I get there, wherever there happens to ultimately be, I don’t want to say “Gee, I should never have gotten rid of those jeans I loved”. And so they sit, patiently waiting. Gathering dust. Maybe even going out of style.
Okay, rationalization over. Thanks for indulging me.
So it will be interesting to see what the end result of this whole triathalon-challenge journey will be. Will I turn into an exercise fiend, maintaining a weight not seen since college? Will I end up a casual exerciser, enjoying an easy, mellow daily jog?
Regardless of the outcome, I am quite sure there will be something in my closet that fits.