Stuff

In my first post I mentioned stuff. I’m referring to material possessions that I have surrounded myself with for the past ten years. Oddly enough the acquisition of useless stuff is almost directly proportional to my weight gain. What sort of stuff? Well I’ll admit I love shopping. I’ve been trying to stop for a few months now. I found myself falling into the same pattern of shopping, getting a high, feeling guilty, accumulating things I didn’t really need and after a few weeks or months didn’t really want, then taking a carload of stuff to Goodwill. More specifically I’m talking about linens (lots of linens), decorative home goods, clothes on sale (that I didn’t really love), pet, supplies, toys, kitchen tools, plates, dishes, you name it. The process is a lot like over eating. I started this process to reduce the “thing” in my life partially because I didn’t want to spend so much money but also because I knew it was almost morally wrong to buy cheap mass produced things I didn’t need. I wanted to learn to live a more simple life. Learn to not give into my every whim. How many comforter sets and new towels does a person need anyway? Not to mention that my basement is full my closets are over flowing. Then perhaps there was my husband’s comment that perhaps we should get a rental storage unit. ENOUGH!