Three 33 GALLON lawn and trash bags later:
Wow. I have a lot of clothes that don't fit anymore. My closet looks AMAZING.
Buster always drags his bed into my closet to sleep. He seemed disoriented last night - where was all that crap that comforts him so?!?
This morning was so pleasant. I went to my closet and could see everything I own, right there in front of me. An entirely new feeling presented itself this morning: I was happy that every single piece of clothing in my closet was going to fit.
I didn't have to start my morning wrestling with clothes that, nope, still don't fit, and feeling more and more miserable about my changing body.
You are absolutely right, K. I was much, much happier starting today knowing I had pants that fit. (And yes! Please send me those clothing tips!!)