Losing weight is expensive!

Now here comes to bitchy post that will cause resentment (even from my future self), but I gotta say it:
Losing weight is expensive!

I'm not even talking about the cost of food (though I do seem to drop a fair amount more per pound at the Farmer's Market than the grocery store) or gym membership (worth every penny). I'm not even talking about "time-is-money" expensive (though I did spend 2 hours running, 1.5 hours in yoga class and 1.5 hours with the trainers last week).

I'm talking about new clothes.

I'm in the slow process of downgrading my pants from size 12 down to 10. It's really exciting - I literally jumped around and did a little dance in the Ann Taylor LOFT fitting room the first time I got a size 10 to zip up (especially since the khakis were on sale!) - but also, in a way, not cool at all. What about all the awesome size 14 and 16 jeans that I invested in? What about all the dresses that are suddenly baggy, or my favorite sweaters that look like they're hanging off of me? I love those clothes! I spent years amassing that wardrobe ... and now, POOF, I look stupid in all of it!

I don't know what to do with the old clothes - I like them too much to donate them (I'm selfish and they have a lot of sentimental value) and I also fear that some day I'll re-gain the weight and be upset that I gave them away. Should I hang on to them because I'm anticipating failure? Wouldn't a closet full of only clothes the right size be a motivator instead of a deterrent?

I'm not sure what I think about it anymore, I just know that pretty soon, I may need to get another job in order to pay off my new wardrobe. And it will totally be worth it.