Confession: The most difficult thing for me in this journey is letting go. Not because I spent money on it but because I live too much in the “What-ifs”.
“What if I need that later on?”
“What if I lose the other three that I have?”
“What if I actually lose those twenty pounds?”
“What if I go on Let’s Make A Deal, and Wayne asks me if I have a Samsung Razr in my bag?”
This is the shit that legit goes through my mind!
Baby steps, boo. Baby steps…
After months of putting things off, I finally forced myself to clean out my closets. I keep all my pants in one closet and everything else in another one. Anyway, when I pulled out my jeans, I discovered that I owned twelve pair. Twelve! My exact jean size, btw… Why do I own twelve pairs of jeans yet only wear three to four regularly? I don’t even wear jeans like that! I’m a leggings and sweats kinda girl (Elastic waists, anyone?)
So, in the end, I kept four pairs of jeans:
- Denim culottes: I wanted a pair of cool, edgy denims. Don’t judge; you don’t know me like that 😛
- Dark rinse, straight-leg: My “sophisticated” jeans to pair with heels or booties
- Medium rinse, boyfriend cut: My comfy-fit jeans
- Medium rinse, ripped, boyfriend cut: The jeans you pay a few bucks for to look hip when you could’ve just bought a pair of regular jeans and made your own fancy-schmancy rips and tears. (We’ll talk about smart spending in another post…)
Shall I tell you about my 8 black shirts? Nah…