The newly discovered passion for soccer, combined with birthday plans in Mexico involving a lot of beach time, has resulted in exercise and fitness becoming a top priority for me. If this had kicked in sooner maybe I would be more successfully burning up the singles scene, but I’ll have to contend myself with just being toned at 30. So far the scale is refusing to budge in the numbers game, but it would seem that some inches of me have gone missing. To wit, this last weekend I was able to resurrect a pile of clothes that had been given up for lost.
My closet cleaning process is a long one, and it doesn’t happen nearly often enough. If something doesn’t fit, yet I still like it, it gets relocated to a drawer or box in the closet, so as to stop taunting me with its current unsuitable state. Then after some unknown period of time, these hidden garments are revisited to test once again for fit. Generally, there is no coming back from exile. On the rare occasion it has occurred, the triumph of once again fitting into the garment is tempered by it being hopelessly out of fashion.
I am reticent to do much clothing shopping until the desired birthday size is achieved, so this interim infusion of slightly used but not hopelessly outdated clothes is a welcome break from just embracing the baggy look. Not as much fun as buying all new stuff, but satisfying all the same. Plus, I’m shrinking! Yay!
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