Receipt Not Necessary

She sounded annoyed when I said "nah".  I guess it wasn't a proper enough "no".  However - I did say "thank you" before getting back in my car and driving away.  Nope... no receipt for me.  Thank you for carrying my stuff in.

This morning - I did a little fashion show for myself.  (I love being able to get up before the final bell goes off.)  The kind I really tend to enjoy.  I tried on all my shorts as well as a couple of skirts and dresses that I wore last year.  I had bought most of them before embarking with Spice on a wonderful trip to Punta Cana.  Needed something to wear in the warm weather, after all.  When I slid them on this morning I discovered that only one pair still fit.  This time, in a positive way.  They were all entirely too big to walk out of the house in without fearing that they may fall down.  I promptly threw them in the bag I had begun with a few other articles of clothing and before I knew it, it was full to the brim.  I then added that bag to a pile I had growing at the top of my stairs.  (Well - not sure about a "pile" - a small TV and another full bag of clothing and accessories for Goodwill.)

These days I am walking around at least 20 pounds lighter than I have been in quite some time.  On my 5'2", petite frame, that is alot of weight.  While I still have some to go before I'm 100% confident, I can tell you that being almost back to my "normal" size is liberating.  Maybe my weight shouldn't matter so much to me but I am the one who has to look in the mirror at myself and determine if I can deal.  I am the one who has to go shopping for my clothes and try not to cry when the sizes were getting bigger and bigger and bigger.  I am the one who stands on the scale in the morning and has to face what is going on with my body.  I am the one who was working out for 3 hours a day and NOTHING was coming off (thank you, Seroquel).

But - this morning - prior to stopping at Old Navy (again, I love getting up with some extra time in the morning) to begin replenishing my shorts drawer, I stopped at Goodwill and did not ask for a receipt.  The truth be told, they're doing me a favor by taking it all off my hands without it going in a landfill.  Someone will give those barely worn shorts and skirts a good home, I'm sure of it.

No receipt, thanks.