** Warning: This post contains one scary image. Proceed at your own risk. **
On Saturday, I blogged about having cleaned out a large portion of my closet and getting rid of some size 36-38 pants (!) that were too big for me.
Well, that's not the last of the clothes I've gotten rid of. I still have a handful of items that I will not use ever that still takes up space in my closet. It's not that I'm hanging on to it for sentimental reasons, no way. There is nothing sentimental about my old clothes. But I still have it around because I have some grandiose visions of donating it to the right place.
See, I spent a lot of money on these items. Back in 2005, I'd pretty much thrown in the towel on ever losing weight, on ever being of normal size. Heck, I'd thrown in the towel on being anything but obese. That year, we cleared out a lot of clothes that I'd never wear again because they were too small, clothes that were taking up space in my closet because they were about two or three sizes too small.
Also, we invested in a suit, just a jacket actually.
Here's me in that suit, back in early 2006.
Oh my goodness. That's a horrible picture. Sorry to have scared you all.
Here's me wearing that same jacket today.
We also bought the shirt too, and here's me with the shirt on:
Yikes. Well, this suit story has a happy ending.
Recently, we decided to invest some money in a suit. Two actually. I don't need suits a lot but I do use them occasionally. I used each one on different days last week, for instance.
With just the shirt on:
I don't consider myself a sharp-dressed man, but at least now when I do try and dress formally I don't have to worry about being the biggest guy in the room.
Because I'm not.