First, be home, alone. And know that you will have at least a couple of hours of solitude.
Second, put on your best house cleaning music. The stuff that gets you a-moving and a-grooving. The 'Grease' Soundtrack, Green Day's 'American Idiot', Stavinsky's 'Rite of Spring' - or a playlist of all three of these on shuffle.
Now open your closet doors, dresser drawers, clothing in bins, stuff in boxes under the bed, get the contents of your hamper, everything on the coatrack, the items in storage for Winter - Every stitch of clothing that you own.
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From your spats to your baseball glove to your helicopter beanie cap.
All of it.
And try it on.
Every single item.
One item at a time.
IN FRONT OF A FULL-LENGTH MIRROR.
And see if it fits. Be honest, just this once.
Not "I can fit back into these".
Not "I'll grow into this".
Not "the 14 belts it takes to attach to this to my person are trend-setting".
Nope. Fit now, or never.
The things that do fit go into one pile. Everything else goes into another. Don't hang it up again or anything - just keep the line moving. Yes, no, yes, no, no, yes.
- Hats. If you put it
on and get a migraine, then its a no. If you put it on and then quickly move
your head to the right (like you just glimpsed Hugh Jackman being rubbed down
with oil) and your hat stays pointed at the mirror, then its a no. (Note: If your hat
fits nicely but says "Ricky Martin Forever!" on the front, then its also a no.)
It's fine, unless I think.
Then it pops right off.
- Shirts. Put on a shirt and then make the 'Y' from 'YMCA'. If you can now see your belly button, then take it off - if you can - and toss it in the no pile. If your navel remains covered but when you take your arms down the shirt slides off both shoulders and pools on your elbows, then it's a no. Unless you are a stripper by trade.
- Pants. Being able to button your pants is not an automatic yes. You must also be able to respirate freely, pick up a coin off the floor and be able to sit down without discharging the top button with sufficent force to shatter the full-length mirror.
- Shoes. If at the end of dancing to one song (ex. Greased Lightning, Give me Novacaine, Danse de la terre) you cannot see straight and are at risk of committing homicide, then they are too tight. Conversely, if the first time you raise your foot (to make one of your 'go-to'
This just aint gonna happen.
At the end of this manic reverse striptease you should have two piles. 1) "Yay, it fits!" and 2) "Boy, the dryer sure makes things shrink...."
- The No pile goes into paper grocery bags and is taken directly to the car, while your resolve is still strong. It is then delivered to a reputable charity or non-profit during your next driving excursion. Trust me - you won't miss these items. Really. (And if you do end up losing the weight someday, celebrate with new clothes!)
- The Yes pile gets folded or hung back up. Hey, look at all the room in my dresser! I can see the back of my closet! There's room under the bed!
Now everything you own fits you comfortably.
Savor that fact.
Peace of Mind, baby. A user-friendly wardrobe is like a bucket full of Zoloft. And the refills are free.
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PLUS! You've now provided clothing for those less fortunate, perhaps allowed a non-profit to generate some welcome income, and in a small way, helped out a Society that is swimming in goods already.
In two hours you can help your psyche, help your environment and help the world, with no cost whatsover, and with some bonus cardio along the way. Win-win-win!
P.S. Gals: You still own too many shoes. Guys: You still own too many hats.