I haven’t found myself inspired to write an update in awhile. I’ve found that for the most part it is because I do not have anything to say about clothes or my lack of shopping for them. At 4 months into this ‘diet,’ I am not chomping at the bit to head to the mall or finding myself in any way at a loss for something to wear. There is plenty in my closet and I’m not even wearing the same things over and over. I don’t know if that means this is a successful diet for me or not. Or, how I define what success looks like for me. I did receive some clothes for both Christmas and birthday gifts last month. And, I loved receiving them. I enjoyed having something new to wear, the novelty of it all, and trying on the new items to see how I looked as well as what they will go with what is already in my closet. But, it did not instigate any desire to go out and get more. And, I’m thinking that is a good thing. At the moment, I am satisfied with what I have.
I have started to ponder off and on about where else this sense of being satisfied with what I have in my closet could be reflected in other areas of my life. Is there something to learn that I could leverage in my ongoing battle of dieting for weight loss? The challenge is, I think, that I enjoy experiencing new flavors in food and wine way more than I do clothes shopping. But perhaps, there is something to learn from my clothes diet if I think about it long enough.
Friends and family ask, are you really still doing that? And when I reply in the affirmative, they ask why. Honestly, I just don’t find myself thinking about it that much so on the rare occasion that I’m in or near a clothing shop it is very easy to walk away and do something else. Now, I am considering a trip to Mexico this spring. I think that will then become a challenge but a challenge based on potential need. Do swimsuits count as clothes? I think I’m going with they do not.
I hear you. At the holidays, it was hard. I felt like I was wearing the same old thing. But we are saving to buy a house, and no desire compares to that dream. So at Christmas, the only clothing I received was some lovely useful undershirts from my mom, and you know what, it’s enough. They are soft and long enough to cover my long torso without becoming untucked and giving me a cold tummy and plumber’s crack. Over the holidays, I watched something on the History Channel, which after a few shows turned, as it so often does, into one of those WWII shows with the horrible shots of the Nazis and the suffering concentration camp victims. And as I looked at my threadbare coat, I said, you know what? There’s not a yellow star sewn onto it. I thank God we live in this modern age, in the U.S., and we have more than enough. Shame on my petty selfishness and vanity. We are blessed with abundance and freedom. It is more than enough.