Fat Clothes

I am always afraid to throw old clothes away. Not the ones that are stained or ripped, the ones that just don't fit properly anymore. Too big, too small... what if I'll fit them again one day? Over the last few years I've gotten much better with the clothes that are too small or the wrong fit for me. I can acknowledge that, since having kids, my body has changed and there is no way I can fit into ultra low rise pants or belly button exposing shirts (ok it's been a LONGGG time since I've even wanted to expose my mid-section). My 'fat clothes' are another story.
My size has fluctuated so much over the last few years. I've gotten bigger and then smaller, then down-right petite, then larger again and then bigger still. Every time I pack away a pair of fat pants, I hope that it'll be the last time I have to look at them, but then I can never just throw them out or donate them, because I know I might need them again. Now... I might need them now.
I've gotten bigger, again. It seems to happen when I'm nursing. I lose all my baby weight fairly quickly and then slowly it creeps back on. And not so slowly too.
I pulled out a pair of shorts that I had tucked away in the hopes of never having to wear again. In all fairness, they have been around the block - they were worn thin... but I squatted down to pick up the baby and RRRRIIIIPPPPPPP. Tore the entire ass out of my shorts.
It's time to refocus. I've got Tough Mudder coming up in August. I don't want to spend the entire summer in stretchy yoga capris because nothing else fits. I don't want to be achy from a 5km walk. Time to do better, to be better.
 I'm going to be working on some fitness games and challenges for the coming weeks on the facebook page, so stay tuned and join in.