As I let the obligatory guilt and low level shame sluff away, I noticed something important. As much as I wanted to lose a few pounds off my midsection, I wanted to lose a whole bunch of other things maybe even more. It started as a disdainful look at my cluttered closets and turned to a long, piercing stare down of my kitchen cupboards. Slowly but persistently I began to hear an official call to arms - purge!
|clutter (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)|
|Recycling bins (Photo credit: olishaw)|
Upstairs, the chair in my bedroom screamed out to me. The chair from hell that holds the perfect nightmare of odd socks and mix matched tidbits. Mutual fund statements, an Easter card, a broken and half dismantled trumpet, and so many socks! Sort to charity, toss, match and toss some more. I gave those socks a fair shake. They had at least a year or two to find their mate. The jig's up. After this last load of laundry, all single footwear will be banned from my chair! The "maybe it'll show up" whispers will not sway me. This is a brutal purge and I am not playing. (I look so good in this v-neck tee.)
The unread books, untouched refinishing project, unused cookbooks, cracked containers, and dusty jewelry still remain but they are not long for my world. The truth is that shedding so much of my @#$%! is exhilarating. I feel 10 lbs lighter and notice a little muscle definition. During my break I sat down to jot these thoughts instead of watching an episode on Netflix. I feel absolutely positive! Maybe this is just the jumpstart I needed or maybe I'm just better at sprint activities than I am at lifestyle marathons. Whatever it is, I'm taking it and loving it.