I remember feeling this same way when I was just a few months into losing weight. I was making progress, sure, but it was all dependent on me and how much effort I put into it. It felt like I was always thinking about what I should be eating, or what I ate, and if what I was doing was the best way to get to my goal. I had to make sure I kept the house stocked with the healthy foods I was eating so that I could stay on my path. It felt like I was constantly going to the grocery store for fresh fruit and veggies - it took a concerted effort to eat right.
I woke up thinking about what I was going to eat that day. I thought about how I would get some exercise in - back then, I was riding my bike in the evenings, so that thought stayed with me all day long until I finally did it. I was discovering that, after a few months of weight loss, my clothes were not only getting loose, they actually didn't fit - and I had a growing pile of too-big clothing in my closet that I kept adding to every week. Of course, seeing my clothing options diminish meant I needed to get a few new things to wear, but how long would these smaller sizes fit me before they'd (hopefully) be added to that pile?
It surrounded my thoughts, this whole weight-loss business. It touched so many more areas in my daily life than I initially thought necessary. Much like that spare closet, it was something that I was in charge of - yes, I could get some help, but the real work was all on me. I'm grateful that making my way through that closet of treasures didn't take me 18 months, like losing weight did, but it did take some intestinal fortitude to make myself walk down that hallway at some point each day and tackle another box. And now I'm done. Except for the photographs. They might just take me 18 months to get through. But I did get them loosely organized into boxes all on one shelf, so I'm calling it done for now...and I don't have to think about it any more.
Just like all the effort it took me to lose weight, the effort of cleaning out that closet had some unexpected rewards:
Straight outta the early 70s, it's my Minnie Mouse watch!
Of course, even this needed some work:
I scrubbed the band as best I could, glued it back together, and boom - Minnie and I were reunited!
I'm glad I finally made the effort to clean out that closet. I feel lighter. I don't have so much stuff weighing me down, and in the process, I found some buried treasures that I'd forgotten I had, and it's good to bring them out into the light of day.