I’ve known that my collection of clothing covered a couple sizes, but it wasn’t until recently that I realized it spans four sizes.
When my now-husband and I lost weight together for our 2006 wedding, I held onto my larger sizes. I figured that they’d come in handy when I put on the inevitable pregnancy weight. After I got to my smallest size and the honeymoon, literally, was over, I started eating like it was going out of style.
I don’t remember pulling out the larger sizes as the weeks, months and years went by, but I did at some point. By time I got pregnant in 2008, I was already back in my largest size.
My whole hypothesis on needing the two larger sizes when I got pregnant made no sense, by the way, since you generally buy maternity clothes in your pre-pregnancy size. The clothes have stretchy panels and extra fabric to accommodate a growing belly.
As I’m embarking on the journey to get back into the smallest size again, I’m doing things differently.
A nutrionist once told me that when you get out of a size, don’t hold onto those clothes. Get them out of your closet. Don’t keep them in storage. Donate or sell them. My holding onto the larger sizes was a security blanket and made it too easy to accept my growing waistline. What’s more jarring? Pulling a pair of larger pants from a bag in a closet or having to spend your valuable time and hard-earned money buying a new pair of larger pants?
I’m halfway to that smallest size again, relishing the excitement as I pull out the higher-quality clothes from Banana Republic and Ann Taylor that I allowed myself to invest in during my bride-to-be bliss.
I’ve already discarded the larger sizes that no longer fit. There’s no place in my life for them anymore. Should the numbers creep back up, I won’t be going down — or up, as the case may be — without a fight this time.