Some derivative of the word dump seems to be my expression of the week. And it’s been a great week.
It started as I began pulling our warm clothes stash out of the hidden recesses of our closets to see what we still have that might work for the Alaskan cruise. We saved a couple of those winter vests with no sleeves (vocabulary tip, sometimes called gilots or body warmers). I put mine on and started laughing. Randy came to investigate what was so funny and he started laughing too. That puffer vest was so big on me I could have strapped on a papoose and still zipped the thing. It immediately went to the donation pile.
I started looking for what else was in closets and drawers that might be too big for me now that I 1) have no boobs (which, at one point, were 44DDD) 2) our walking program is finally consistent and making a difference, and 3) I’ve been eating a lot healthier since the third cancer diagnosis. I knew from getting dressed to walk every day that several pairs of (old, old) jeans shorts I love and feel comfortable in are now way too big for me. Same with a pair of elastic waist blue jean capris that I always looked dumpy in, even when they did fit. They all went straight to the dumpster.
I also pulled about 10 tops out of my closet, all now far (some far, far) to large on me to wear in public. Those went into a pile to be washed and donated.
I can’t tell you how good it feels, for more reasons than I have time to explain here, to get these too large or too ugly things out of my life for good. I’m on an upward spiral this week that started, ironically, with the word dump.
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