In 2007 I wrote a post on my personal blog, Sinking the Fat Tub, where I told of a special, large rubber tote in the attic that contained all the clothes I could no longer wear. I said that by 2008 I would be able to wear them again! Well, that never happened.
I revisited the Fat Tub last night, and found jeans I used to wear when I was working for Warner Bros. They still wouldn’t fit, but they are close. I set them in my closet rather than put them back in the tub.
A few months ago I bought new polo shirts in XXL size. It horrified me at the time (and still does, frankly) and when getting ready for work on Monday, I noticed the neck of the shirt came way far down on my chest. I gathered up the color and had about 2 inches of gathered up material. They are now too big.
So then I went to my second “fat tub” in another closet where I put “just too small” shirts. I took out a couple of brand new polos I received for Christmas one year and never wore because they were slightly too small. They fit. I then tried on a couple of “real” polos I bought at a Polo outlet store when I visited Joel Comm in Colorado that were always too small. They fit, too.
And then there are the two pairs of A&E jeans I bought online, not knowing how their cuts were. Two were too small when I bought them and sat in my dresser drawer. Today I’m wearing one of them to work.
I was talking to someone at work today and they told me to throw away or donate all the clothes that are too big so you never have a “fallback plan” “just if” you happen to gain wait again. I kind of like that.
But more importantly, this is probably the first, physically measurable success I have seen. And it makes me want to continue and look forward to making these clothes too big too.