I admit it — I’ve got a problem. I have a really hard time getting rid of old things, in particular, clothing that’s now far too large.

I’m a fairly pragmatic person, and somewhere in this sometimes disturbed brain of mine, I suppose there’s the inkling of an idea that creeps into my logic — if you get rid of that stuff and you gain weight, you’re going to be stuck in uncomfortable clothing, and you’ll regret getting rid of it.

Believe me, there’s no one I’d enjoy losing more than a Kardashian. 116 pounds of Kardashian.

Yep, that’s a problem. I’ve managed, over time, to thin out my archives of clothing, and I’ve got a fair amount of older clothing that is currently too small, but I now have faith I’ll be able to wear them. Although those archives stop between sizes 16 and 18 — and those sizes aren’t all that far off, now; I’ll likely be wearing them by the end of this year.  After that point, I have no choice but to buy new clothes.

Unfortunately, though, while I had no issues discarding entire large garbage bags of clothes when I thinned out the too-small stuff, I did it with the thought in mind that they were things I didn’t much like. I bought many from thrift stores just to get by until I was in a lower size. So if I wasn’t crazy about them, I ditched them, especially since the vast majority have been stored in excess of ten years. Enough is enough!

But the stuff that’s too large? I’ve managed to sell or donate some of it. I have a pile of too-large clothes to take photos of, so I can post them for sale. What doesn’t sell quickly will be donated. Not that I’ve done it, yet. They’re just sitting there, waiting.

And yet… the real problem is the baggy stuff I keep wearing around, even though I have plenty of clothes that fit and no need, really, to wear things that fall off my waist or sag off my shoulders. I wear them,  anyway. And because I do it, perfectly good clothing goes unworn, and that seems — well — stupid.

That’s my challenge to myself, right now; I need to stop wearing baggy clothes. They need to be tossed out, donated, or sold.

The only reason to keep them is as a mental safety net; something to wear when I gain weight, so I don’t feel uncomfortable. There’s a big fallacy in that, though, because allowing myself that margin of comfort, of what-if, just leads me back up into the larger sizes, again. No, if something used to fit and grows tight, I need to take that as a reminder to get control of my weight and do something about it.

I’ll be going through my current batch of clothes, and no matter how much the frugal part of my brain screams at me, things that are too big are going away. So long, big clothes!