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31 Days: Wardrobe


Clothes make the man they say and I think you can apply that to me too. Five years ago, I lost 50 pounds in one year. It was the best feeling to achieve a goal like that and it was also a great feeling to buy new clothes for my new shape.

Unfortunately, that shape did not stay around for long and now I have a wardrobe that I love that I can no longer wear.

So one of the changes I want to make for a better life is to get back to the healthy eating habits that helped me lose those 50 pounds. I felt so much better when I weighed less, a feeling that was surpassed by the feeling of buying new clothes.

A wardrobe is one thing, but to feel like you look good in what you are wearing starts from the inside. I miss that feeling too - the confidence that came from being comfortable in my own skin. I think that confidence is still there, it's just buried under all of the fat.

That goal was set to lose 50 pounds by my 50th birthday. I tried to reach a similar goal and lose 55 pounds by my 55th birthday but I haven't been so good at working on that and I don't think it will happen in the four months until my birthday. So maybe I should adapt it and say I want to lose 55 pounds in my 55th year.

Because I have a wonderful wardrobe waiting for me.

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