One thing I discovered is that anything without a firm waistband is my "enemy". I need that slightly restrictive reminder and it always feels so good when I drop a size.
I still have a few of my old clothes, the ones that weren't fit to donate, and occasionally try them on as a reminder of my progress. But sometimes, depending on my mindset at the time, I still see the old me in the mirror...doesn't matter that the outfit is hanging off me, she's still there looking back at me.
It's just like back in the 80s when I was in full blown bulimarexia and starved myself down to a dangerous and unhealthy weight...the near skeleton looking in the mirror saw someone far bigger than I'd ever been.
The main difference now is when that happens I know not to believe what I see. I am much stronger and that demon has no power over me.
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