I'm a loser, baby.

A couple of weeks ago, I went all ninja on my closet and tossed out just about everything. Many of the items didn't really fit or had permanent stains. Some were just ridiculous choices to begin with. In fact, I have a new rule. If it looks really good on the hanger, but it's on the clearance rack for five bucks, it's probably not going to be a wardrobe staple. Hello awkward hats and flower jeans, I'm talking to you!

When I finished, I was down to a half a rack of basic sweaters and tops, and a half a rack of pants, including jeans. That's good, because I needed the room for my growing collection of workout clothes. For some reason, I can only take workouts seriously when I'm in a uniform beyond the usual t-shirt and sweats. Anyhow, what is left in my closet are clothes that fit well at this point or barely fit. "Aspirational outfits" is how I describe them. My thinking was that I would live with this very limited--and a bit disjointed--selection until I truly move into a new size (hope, hope, hope) later in the spring.

This morning, I attempted to cobble together a spring-like outfit from my tiny collection. I chose some pants, a cami, and a white spring sweater that was in the barely fit category. I figured I would cover the tightness with a scarf. I put everything on and realized...the sweater was TOO BIG! Whoo hoo! I still needed a scarf, but now it was to disguise the volume. Yay!

The unofficial count since the end of January when I began taking this seriously is 12 pounds and at least 9 inches, with a total of 36 pounds overall. I have a long way to go, but for now I'm enjoying being a loser.

Now off to do some shopping!