Packrat.

[porphyrin]

This morning, among other things, I dropped off a bunch of clothes, books, and miscellaneous stuff (including three thermometers, although they didn't want the fourth) at Youthlink.

I got out my summer clothes and put them in the closet.  I put away my winter clothes.

I went through every box in the goddamn closet.

There are 2 boxes of Size 12 Nice Clothes, and I mean *nice* clothes, waiting for me to lose weight.

There is an *entire suitcase* of Size 10 niceness. 

I couldn't afford, now, to buy anything half as nice as these clothes.

I haven't been able to fit into the Size 12 for the last 3 years.

I don't know that I ever will.

I'm really torn between selling the damn things (out of my house!  out!  you take up space!) and keeping them In The Event of Cachexia.

My war with my packrat instincts (and my husband's EVERYTHING MUST GO SINCE WE ARE MOVING commandment) and my knowledge of the budget (IF I lose weight, I can never afford to replace these) are going head to head.

Advice? 

Comments

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

I have personally kept my Nice Clothes through moves literally across the country and back again. And now I have shrunk enough to have gotten rid of a lot of them because they're too *big* for me. So it's possible! I'd keep them, myself.