Two thirds

After a longish blogging hiatus, that's how much I have put back on. Or, in other words, I am approaching that dreaded two zentner mark again, having regained two thirds of the weight I had lost back in 2012. Not the place I wanted to be, but right now there is so much stress and so little time, be it to cook or to sleep, that I simply have no strength left to dedicate to losing weight. I still hold out about fourteen kilograms below my all-time highest weight, but I know all too well how fast I could regain these, too. On the decluttering front, having to dismantle the household of a relative has brought lots of stuff into our already well-filled flat that needs putting away, so it's back to square one in that respect again, too. I am actually glad about every bit of stuff I have already let go. The surprising thing is how many things that I thought I should keep are, upon revisiting them five years later, easy to let go of because they just take up space and haven't been used once since the last decluttering stint. 

Still, right now it's all too much. 

Going through that relative's stuff was actually a serious eye opener. The remains of a lifetime of packratting make it abundantly clear that there is such a thing as keeping too much stuff around. That the place, after removing just the obvious trash, was more than half empty, came as a bit of a shock. But it provided a valuable lesson on the kind of things that are keepers versus things that just hang around. Having them tidied away just masks the fact that the latter are essentially trash. 

On returning home, I went on a first round of decluttering that yielded several almost empty shelves, and I am not finished by far. Perhaps I will never have a place that fits the standards of minimalism, but I want a place where the people who will someday dismantle it won't keep asking themselves why I kept so much junk.