The ultimate test

Last night, merely a few short hours into my clothing diet, I needed to go to the store for dishwasher powder. The only lane open at ten o’clock at night is the cigarette lane right in front of the clothes. Don’t get ahead of me now, I didn’t buy anything. I’ll tell you sincerely, though, that the clothing Gods knew I was coming. Literally everything was marked down to three dollars. Dresses, pants, jackets, shirts... you name it. It was absolute and pure torture!!! My mind was going a hundred miles an hour trying to justify buying everything in sight. “It’s only three dollars,” “You need seven new dresses,” “What if you lose a bunch of weight, and nothing fits anymore?” It surely didn’t help that the line was four people deep, and one lady had gone grocery shopping. (I guess I’m not the only one who grocery shops so late.) Somehow I made it home without any new clothes. Part of me is sad, but I feel much more powerful and in control. If I can come out of that situation triumphant, I can handle all the others.

If anyone else wants to jump on this bandwagon with me, let me know.