I am certainly not organized. I live for clutter. Put my belongings in cute containers and it will take me years to find them. Put my stuff in a pile somewhere and I'll find it in a hot minute. I may "lose" things more often this way, but I always find them. Now that you know this about me, let me tell you I have a walk in closet and a dresser with deep drawers. I love myself some awesome accessories (I cannot be seen without some sort of necklace and a handbag) so those take priority in my attempt to organize. After that I have what I refer to as my fall/winter collection, and my spring/summer line. Twice a year, I remove the contents of my closet and drawers, and place them into plastic bins. I then take all the current season items and place them into said closet and drawers. I always leave at least 1 off season outfit for that crazy warm or cold day. These might be the only 2 days a year that I am this organized.
Yesterday, was the day I chose to swap out my collection. While I do throw out things that I no longer wear, I decided yesterday I needed a pretty big purge. As of right now I'm in between sizes, so with the upcoming weight loss surgery, I decided to create a donation bag and I tossed in everything that was the largest size, that I didn't really like, and 1 or two things that I loved just to keep me motivated. Then in the tubs I placed the rest of my fall/winter wardrobe thinking that the winter items would be way too big for me by the time winter came, and that the fall stuff would be supper baggy. I realized for the first time that instead of worrying if the clothes would fit me next season because I had gained weight, this was the first time I worried about spending money on clothes because these were too big. And, on top of that I worried that what clothes I did have to buy, wouldn't fit for very long, and would certainly not make it to the following season. Then I realized I wasn't worried... I was excited! So off goes my bag of clothes to donate, and away goes my tub of clothes to donate at a later time. I can't wait to start buying new things! I have no idea what size I will be in anything, so I can't start shopping yet. That is driving me a little nuts, but it's OK. It's making the days go faster having that to look forward to!
So while the afternoon hours of yesterday went smashingly, the evening was something I was dreading. 1 month before the surgery and until 1 month after I cannot have alcohol. After that I can never have a beer or soda (no carbonation), and I need to stay away from anything fruity like mixes with a ton of sugar or fruit juice. And let's not forget my new stomach will only hold 4oz. That is not a lot of volume, and from what I hear, alcohol hits you much harder and faster. Now I'll be a super cheap date! So now yesterday was Day 1 of no alcohol, and what happens..... I get an invite to stop by a local bar for a friend's Birthday. Wow.. really? Why does life like to test us from the minute one? The meet up time was 10:30 P.M., and I went back and forth all day about going. While I felt that I would be strong enough not to drink, I felt that I would end up feeling awkward, having to answer questions about why I wasn't drinking, and having to be around a group of people having a good drunk time, and I wouldn't feel part of the group. As of 10pm I was still on the fence about going. Then for whatever reason a few minutes later, I felt as if I needed to be there. So I got up from my computer, pulled my hair back, put my bangs in a victory roll, and decided I wasn't going. I continued playing with the victory roll that was looking more and more like a flop instead of a roll, teased it up one more time, pinned it and said to myself that I should go. This go/no-go pattern continued through my makeup, and 3 different outfits. Finally at sometime a little after 11, a victory roll, some purple eye shadow, and a skirt later I was on my way out the door.
I had 2 iced teas with lemon, turned down an offer to taste a tanqueray and tonic after mentioning I always wanted to taste one, 1 more iced tea, and not a sip of alcohol all night. I was in pictures, laughed amongst friends, and after the 2nd time I answered that I wasn't drinking, I laughingly corrected that thoughts that I was indeed not pregnant and I did not have a DWI. And because it is so much easier to discuss this on the Internet, I said out loud, to people I know and don't really know that well, that I was having weight loss surgery to help out an infertility issue. I didn't go into a lot of details, and I didn't really need to. Everyone was super supportive.
So with less the a month to go, the first day of the hurdle was a success! I ended up with 3 iced teas, good conversation, and a fun time. The cost = $0.00 (no charge for the iced tea), some clothes that I will no longer fit into, the future cost of buying new clothes, the lack of a hangover, and the elimination of stress that comes with keeping this all to myself.
Next hurdle: June 25th - The 2 week pre-op diet. Nothing but protein shakes and 1 small meal, with NO chance of cheating because my surgery won't go well if I do. Frightening.
Till next time! xoxoxo,