NSV? I dunno what it is.

It feels weird to go to the gym and not be the heaviest person there.  

Sometimes I feel like a fraud, because just 6 months ago I was the fat girl, and I wouldn't have gone to the gym alone.  I look different now, so someone who doesn't know me might look at me and think that I look like a slightly out of shape middle aged woman (Lord help me, I'm middle aged!).  

It's all just so weird sometimes.  I want to tell everyone there that I just recently lost weight, this isn't who I really am.  I'm still the fat girl, just stuck in a smaller package.  Sometimes this weight loss seems like a dream that I'm going to wake up from.  

Look up "impostor syndrome," it applies to a lot of us in situations like this.

Jesus Julie -- you just diagnosed my whole issue from the time I was five years old...

Thank you.  Creepily accurate when the article discusses Family Labeling.

I still look in the mirror and think who is that. Sometimes I see the now me. Sometimes I see me at 322 pounds. I look in the mirror constantly. 

Happens to me all the time.  I still refer to myself as the fat girl, even though I've run 2 1/2 marathons, countless 10ks, take kickboxing class 2x a week and lift weights.  I get moved to the front of the class for people to follow since I apparently have good form, yet I feel like an impostor every time I'm there.  Every time I run at the beach in Santa Monica I'm convinced that people are looking at me and thinking "look at the big girl trying to run," even though my running partners (who knew me heavy) tell me constantly that I don't look any different from anyone else.  I don't believe them.  I don't know . . . maybe its a good thing because it keeps me on my toes and I won't get complacent?  Who knows.  If you figure it out, let me know . . . I'm two years post surgery and still don't have a clue how to deal with the mental disconnect.

You and I are about the same age. I have noticed from other posts lol..... Yep lady, we are middle aged!!

I bet it is weird!! Congrats

I remember walking towards this glass door and wondering who it was. It was me! I used to dream I was morbidly obese again. I sure didn't have all these wrinkles and loose skin but I am so much healthier

I made my one dog get in front of the mirror to make sure she was the same size when she wasn't . So I would know it wasn't a trick mirror.

No, your the Deanna waking up from your morbidly obese slumber. At least that's how I feel... That I've been operating on a subconscious level and am suddenly awake in full consciousness. As I wake, I look around for what (who) looks like me... But I'm having trouble finding it. I know I've changed, but am desperate to see how, the mirror shows me but I still need outside validation.

yesterday, a lady in the office got clothes delivered from NY & co. Normally I wouldn't involve myself with her looking through her things; since I knew I couldn't have shopped there-- but I talked about style and preferences and looks all while thinking who the hell is this having this conversation??