I got THE BOX out of the closet last night. Actually, Rick got it out for me and had to use the dolly to get it upstairs because it was so heavy. This box has been in the very back of my storage closet since we first moved into this house. I packed it in October 2006 and it's never been opened. Well, not until last night!
There's nothing special in this box. It's just a bunch of old clothes that I couldn't fit into after my last two pregnancies. I couldn't bear to part with them, so I packed them all up inside this large moving box. Mind you, Nathan is 11 and Neil is 8, so we're talking a long time for some of these things. I hoped someday I could wear them again. I'm happy to say that someday is getting closer! I know most of the pants still won't fit, but I might be able to wear some of the tops or dresses now. I plan to find what I can fit into now and add them back to my closet. The rest will serve as a goal to work towards. I've lost 27 pounds so far. It's not nearly as impressive as the 40 pounds Rick has lost, but at least I'm going in the right direction.
I'm pretty tired today. The boys got us up at 3am with a stomach virus and fever, so Rick and I have both been up since then. Poor Nathan has been sick to his stomach all day, but Neil was only sick once. Both are still running fevers. So, I'm sitting here trying to force myself to get on my TreadClimber and walk for a bit before crashing for the night. I want to walk, but I'm just so tired. Then again, I have this crazy box sitting here making me feel guilty if I don't. It's amazing how intimidating a stupid box can be!