There aren't a lot of similarities between me and the rakish and daring total jerk of a troublemaker from the 4th Century BC, Agathocles, sometime Tyrant of Syracuse. Unlike him, I have no intentions of starting a war with Carthage or invading North Africa.
HOWEVER, I am like him in that when he invadaded Carthage he burned his ships upon landing in enemy territory so that he and his soldiers could not retreat and like him I'm going to burn my old clothes that don't fit me anymore. Except I'm going to actually give them to Good Will and not burn them. But as far as having them in my closet and thus available to wear ever again, I might as well be burning them.
Thus I am the Tyrant of My Closet. The pic shows the clothes I'm metaphorically burning on the shores of the Mediterranean.
A couple days ago I went to buy clothes and found to my surpise and delight I now wear a size 36 pants. I literally don't remember when that was last the case - presumably sometime in high school. I know in college I wore a 38. So, I bought some jeans, some pants, and some shorts - two of each in fact, along with, wonder of wonders, som XL instead of XXL shirts. It feels soooooo good.
A while back in early to mid 2011, as I was putting weight back on, I ended up being too fat for even my normal XXL t-shirts I'd been wearing. I shame-facedly bought some XXXL shirts from Walmart. That drove me to diet a little better then, and I fought my way back from like 285 to 275, so my XXXL days were relatively short. I definitely want to have to face that nasty, shameful self-loathing again if I ever start to put on the pounds I've been working so hard to shed, because it's a great motivator (one of many). Thus my decision to get rid of all these clothes that are now too big for me - I don't want to have anywhere to hide.