Mirror, Mirror on the Wall....
I am about 15 months post-op, and just recently I have been starting to accept the fact that I'm thin. I'm no longer startled to catch my reflection in a mirror, and I don't think "there are no way these pants are going to fit" every time I get dressed in the morning.
Today I was walking down a very long hallway on a cruise ship, and I could see myself in the mirror at the end of the hallway. As I got closer to the mirror, I realized there was no mirror, it was just another guy walking towards me. The fact that we were walking at about the same pace and wearing similar clothes is what tricked me into thinking it was a mirror. After he walked past me, and I got on the elevator (which actually DID have a mirror) it dawned on me that the guy had to weigh at least 100 pounds more than I did. This one kinda threw me. Guess I am not quite as "well adjusted" to my new size as I thought. The mind is a crazy thing.
