Miss Tickle
Well-Known Member
:cry::cry::cry:
I decided to have a clearout today. I've been through my wardrobe, my drawers , my cupboards and shelves and even the ironing basket. I have several bags of pure rubbish and lots of black bags of clothes and shoes for the Charity Shop. Somethings have never been worn, or worn once because they are too big. My size 9 shoes have all gone and the few pairs of 7 and 8 I have are there now. Clothes that I haven't worn this Century have come through from the storage wardrobe ready to wear. Some big ladies are going to have a great time in the local charity shops.
I tried them all on of course and dh and I gasped in amazement and laughed at how absolutely enormous my clothes were. The legs on my size 26 trousers were so tight that the seams were splitting and the waistbands actually had ! We congratulated me and laughed some more.
DH went to make a cup of tea.
And then I cried. Cried for a long time. Cried for the sad years. Cried for my mum and dad taken by cancer so young. Cried for the time I can never get back. And cried that I never really, really knew how very big I had become and what I looked like to the outside world. And I cried because I had grieved for so long, and that waste of precious time would have appalled my lovely parents.
And now the crying is done with and out they all go apart from a top and trousers kept as trophies. Because I never want to forget, never want to delude myself again.
And it's in with the new me. Will I recognise her I wonder. When another 5 stone is gone will I like her? And will I change as much next year as I have this? Not just the weight, but the confidence, the outlook, the love of life?
I hope so
xx
I decided to have a clearout today. I've been through my wardrobe, my drawers , my cupboards and shelves and even the ironing basket. I have several bags of pure rubbish and lots of black bags of clothes and shoes for the Charity Shop. Somethings have never been worn, or worn once because they are too big. My size 9 shoes have all gone and the few pairs of 7 and 8 I have are there now. Clothes that I haven't worn this Century have come through from the storage wardrobe ready to wear. Some big ladies are going to have a great time in the local charity shops.
I tried them all on of course and dh and I gasped in amazement and laughed at how absolutely enormous my clothes were. The legs on my size 26 trousers were so tight that the seams were splitting and the waistbands actually had ! We congratulated me and laughed some more.
DH went to make a cup of tea.
And then I cried. Cried for a long time. Cried for the sad years. Cried for my mum and dad taken by cancer so young. Cried for the time I can never get back. And cried that I never really, really knew how very big I had become and what I looked like to the outside world. And I cried because I had grieved for so long, and that waste of precious time would have appalled my lovely parents.
And now the crying is done with and out they all go apart from a top and trousers kept as trophies. Because I never want to forget, never want to delude myself again.
And it's in with the new me. Will I recognise her I wonder. When another 5 stone is gone will I like her? And will I change as much next year as I have this? Not just the weight, but the confidence, the outlook, the love of life?
I hope so
xx