New stage in my life.

I have finally gotten to this stage in my mind that I must throw stuff away. I must accept my age and that I may never be a size zero, two, or four ever again ( i don't think that a sz 6 is too unrealistic for my body type though, so I'm still holding on to that dream). That I must get healthy and I don't need to hang on to old pictures from highschool and stuff. So, this week I have spent much time re-organizing. creating piles of clothes from Jr. High and highschool and early college that I may never fit into again no matter how cute they are or how motivated I get to lose weight. And I am not kidding about the clothing and shoes. 78 pairs of shoes, two closets and a dresser full of clothing much of which I haven't worn for 2 years. Lingerie that I got at my bridal shower that was worn once and never will be worn again just because of the horror that is pale ass in thong type styles and the laughter that ensued when it was worn the one time.


Strange! I don't know if I like this growing up/maturing thing!