For what it's worth, I hit a little milestone this week: five months in, 41 pounds down, and I finally moved from a 2X to a L in most tops. I pulled out the fall bin and had to say goodbye to my favorite 2X denim jacket.
I bought it at my heaviest, and weirdly, I felt sad putting it in the donate pile. Happy, but sad. My local pharmacy tech even said my face looked different when I picked up my refill, which made my whole day. Insurance still keeps me guessing, but this was a good week.
Does anyone else get sentimental about old clothes, or am I the only one?