Dieting and New Clothes part II

From my photo shoot with Prase
Photography - one of my new outfits.

New clothes. Oh, how I love new clothes. Who doesn't? Well to tell you the truth, last year I came to hate clothes in general. Nothing is worse than not being able to fit into much of the clothes you own except t-shirts and pajama bottoms. I had to get new slacks, new shirts, and to my absolute horror, I had to purchase XXL clothes. I was so embarrased, and let's face it...I looked like crap.I can't even explain how I let it happen. How did I let myself get so big?

Alas, I digress. Clothes. I do love clothes. I've always loved them. I love buying something that rocks. I do want to look good. In 2000, I had two surgeries that led to my diagnosis with endometriosis. I was also on meds that made me gain weight. I was teaching at the time and one of my students who knew me before asked me a question. She said, "Why are you dressed like that Miss Cathey? You used to dress cute and now you dress old." Then a friend told me his sister was wondering why I was dressing like an old lady. At the time I was swollen from surgery, my clothes didn't fit and I was always cold so I wore a sweater everyday. I also gained 30 pounds during recovery because I felt better, started eating again, and was taking a drug which promoted weight gain. It really sucked. So what do I do, but gain more. 2000 and 2010 were my worst weight gain years.

Now I will let all of that go. I just gave away a lot of clothes. Many different sizes. First I gave about eight bags of clothes to Helping Hands. Then I started going down sizes. Fourteen didn't last very long. Last week I gave all my suits, a bunch of my dresses, all the shirts I bought last year and other things. I bought size 14 pants for very cheap. They fell off of me a few weeks later. A friend told me size 16 was the hardest size to get through and she was right. Now, just two months later I am in 10s and 12s. I basically have to replace my entire wardrobe from the inside out. Moving to Texas, I would probably need to replace them anyway because it is hotter there. Much hotter.

In conclusion, it is freaking expensive to replace a wardrobe. I've been shopping sales racks and consignment shops. I'm desperate. I really hope to buy some stuff in San Antonio this weekend to save money on sales tax. It is a sad pathetic thing, but oh how I am loving it.

Until next time -- Laura