Slowly I open the closet door, trash bags firmly clenched in my fists. I turn on the light and let out a shriek of horror as I realize the amount of work I have in front of me…
Yes, that’s right, time to clean out my closet. I have a lot of clothes. As I put on weight over the years, I bought bigger and bigger clothes. I also held onto my “skinny” clothes just in case. Of course, I was already pretty big, so “skinny” is relative. Nonetheless, I have a ton of clothes starting at my current size of 28/30 down to a size 14.
Now that I am going to have the gastric by-pass surgery, I am glad that I never threw anything away. I will be needing these clothes over the next few months.
So, why am I cleaning out my closets now? Well, partly because after the surgery, I will not be able to do any lifting for quite a while while my stomach heals. But I also because I want to have my clothes organized for after the surgery.
I will be at my sister’s for the first month after the surgery. I will take some smaller clothes with me, but I want the rest to be ready for when I return home.
I know my sister’s will be glad I’m cleaning out my closets. They are both purgers. They throw out stuff they no longer use regularly. I hold onto everything.
A few months ago when I was sick, my sister Sandy came over to check on me. She helped me hang up some clothes that I had washed. From my closet I hear her say loudly, “Oh my God!”
“What?” I asked her
She comes out of the closet holding an old tye-dyed t-shirt that I had on a hanger. She waves it in front of me and repeats, “Oh my God!”
“What? It’s a tye-dyed t-shirt! You know I love those.”
“Well, let’s start with it’s MINE!” she responded, “And it’s from 1985! Look at it. It’s falling apart. Throw it away!”
In truth, the t-shirt was not quite that old, maybe from the mid 90s, but I think it illustrates well that I do not like to throw out clothes.
So, here’s the plan. I am going to start by throwing clothes that have holes or are stained. Then I will move on to clothes that I simply do not like. If they are in good shape, I will put them in a bag for Goodwill. If not, I will pitch them. Then I will put the clothes in order by size. As I lose weight, I will either pitch or donate the clothes that I shrink out of. When I reach the clothes in size 14-16, I will start making plans to buy some new clothes. I have a long way to go before that happens, but at least by then I will have the space for new clothes.
Today’s cat belongs to one of my co-workers. After her cat died, she and her husband adopted a new kitten. This is Mia. I think she’s two months old, but I could be wrong. She is the cutest little black kitten and from what I hear, she rules the roost.
She apparently, came into the house, sat in that chair and the chair has been her throne ever since. She fetches and plays and drives their other cat nuts. From what I hear, he is unimpressed by her cuteness and enthusiastic playfullness.
I think she’s adorable!