I’ll be honest here (being honest on the Internet… what could possibly go wrong?):
I’m overweight. I’ve been overweight for over a decade and every once in a while when I’m getting frustrated and decide to go on a diet to lose some of it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. It really depends on my level of frustration and motivation.
Either way, inevitably, I give up, or reach the goal I wanted, and I stop.
And then I gain it all back, and then some.
The blasted YoYo effect.
When I started discarding some of my possessions, there was a part of me that wondered if the yoyo effect would apply to this side of my life as well. I mean, there’s a reason why I needed to declutter in the first place, right? And I’m not going to lie, the impulse is there, and it’s so freaking strong! I decluttered my clothes to measly two drawers (and a couple of things that needed to be hanged in the closet) and suddenly I paid more attention to the clothes I was seeing in the stores and in online ads. Looking at them, and not dismissing them out right. Instead, I started looking at them, considering how they would fit into my current wardrobe and if I’d look good in them…
I have to keep reminding myself why I don’t want to spend money on clothes (or anything at all), because otherwise it’s so easy to click the “buy” button…
I don’t want to declutter, repurpose and donate all the things that no longer bring me joy (to channel Marie Kondo), only to replace them with new things. It’s terrifying to realize how deeply consumerism is ingrained in us. How programmed we are to buy-Buy-BUY and just get stuff.
I could look at a skirt and think to myself “oh yeah, this would make me look so good and extra professional!” completely ignoring the fact that I hate skirts and detest dresses and why would I buy something that I would wear maybe once every six months? But the impulse is there! It’s ridiculous. As long as my clothes meet the dress code at my job, it’s enough. Professionalism and good reputation with the bosses is something completely unrelated to what I’m wearing! I know this.
And yet I have to remind myself of this from time to time.
I have to hope that my will and ability to say no to things is better and stronger than my ability to say no to pizza. Pizza is my Kryptonite.
Or maybe it’s just a problem with the transition period. I haven’t finished decluttering yet, maybe with each