There they were: my pre-pregnancy dresses.
I began looking through the mound of clothes, sorting what I would take inside to try on and what I would leave in the box from the start. As I glanced at a few tags I became nervous. Size 0. Size 2. And only slightly more reassuring, Size 4. I am not any of those sizes anymore and I feared that I'd just end up packing everything away again in a rather depressed mood.
Taking the dresses inside I automatically put a few of the 0's and xs's into a pile to take back outside. There was no way those dresses would have even fit over my shoulders.
The results were 50/50 (which was better than I expected). All of the pants went back into the box (for an idea of where my "redistribution of weight" has gone... I am now 10 lbs less than I was when I got married, but the sizes are all so off that I'm beginning to think it was 10 lbs of pure muscle that's disappeared!). Half of the dresses made the cut (including my favorite holiday dress in the above picture) and quite a few of the shirts fit, although they were for the most part, stretchy exercise shirts that I'm hoping will motivate me to work out more). It feels a little bit like I have a new wardrobe though! I haven't seen this dresses in two years! Now I just need to wrangle the box back under the house in the morning.