The ever-shrinking wardrobe problem continues: on a daily basis, Lor and I keep getting rid of clothing and not replacing the donated items. Finally, in desperation, we went shopping for clothes yesterday.
And left the store without a single item of clothing.
Here’s how it went down: we had a small clothing budget, so we decided to diligently look through sale and clearance price items only. Lor was immediately faced with a supply problem: it seemed the only sizes available were Small and below, or XXL and above. After finally finding a couple of items that might work, she tried them on. Both were rejected and placed back on the racks.
My problem was a little different. I found a few items that would probably have worked, but they were either too expensive ($20+), or too hideous. Camo-pattern jeggings? Not in my closet.
I finally decided to just grab some sweats and call it a day. I found some lightweight sweatpants I could use for exercise going for only $6. And immediately met resistance from Lor, of all places.
Lor: “Those sweats are too small.”
Me: “Too small? They are size Large! I am wearing baggy XLs right this second!”
Lor: “The ones you are wearing right now are old, and stretched, and have been worn more than once. The Large ones are too small.”
I would’ve argued the case, but the Regrettable Haircut Incident was still fresh in my mind. Lor tends to be right, I tend to be wrong. It’s a thing. So, I put the sweats back on the shelf, and we left the store.
Why didn’t I just get a set of XLs, you ask?
Because buying an XL felt like a failure. It made me feel like I must still be “fat”. (Word used on purpose, with all negative connotations accepted.) Even thinking about it now makes me feel like I am moving backward.
It is an astonishingly silly way to feel, I know. But I am still looking at my body and focusing on flaws. My previously beach-ball sized tummy has shrunk to about the size of a volleyball, but it is still there. Previously solid muscle still wobbles. And my hair loss…well, you all know what happened there.
After all I have been through, I am still focused on failure, and paying scant attention to progress.
I am not sure how to beat this, in all honesty. My constant fear is that I will get all the way down to my goal weight, look in the mirror, and think that it was a wasted effort. I simply can’t shake my mental identity of obesity yet.
And meanwhile, thanks to the ongoing clothing drama, there is a very real threat that I will show up to Thanksgiving dinner next week naked.
Now THAT ought to put a damper on everyone’s appetite.
Combating Obesity Through Nudity,