Who do you see looking back when you look in the mirror? That's what the psych asked me. Hmmm! I don't accept that person I see. It's always a shock to me. In my head, I still weigh 130 lbs, asking "Coffee or Tea?" (Flight attendant in a previous life). Maybe I'm delusional about wanting to get back to 130 lbs. The psych said I should look at 160. What!! I remember that weight. That's not good enough.

K@t, I love ya girl! You rock!

*big huge smiles*

Some days I look and think to myself "wow, I'm lookin good!" other days it's "gawd, I am still SO FAT!!". It kind of depends on my mood I guess. Sometimes I'm in a decent mood but see my fat self in the mirror and get depressed.

As for final goals... I also was very unhappy at 160 lbs, but I don't remember a weight that I was previously happy with. I believe that once I get to 160, I can decide whether I'm happy, or if I think I need to do more. For calculation purposes, my final goal is 140; I started at 280, my goal is 140, and so at 210, I'll be halfway to goal. 140 was my original goal but I've revised it to 140~160.

I am shocked EVERY time I pass a mirror. I'll just be going along minding my own business thinking I'm still this skinny little thing & then damn it, I pass a mirror & someone else is there. A big old fat lady. In my mind I'm still young too. Young & skinny. Darn those mirrors! I'm really afraid that even if I reach my goal weight I'll still have my double chins & lumps & bumps & wrinkles. But we'll see. Maybe this will all work out. Just gotta keep on trying.

I guess I am weird, I see my kids lol each one of them has a part of me that I go hmmm that is where so and so got that from

When I was at my heaviest, I'd look in the mirror and not see that obese person staring back at me. I had absolutely no clue how large I appeared to the public until I saw it in pictures. Then I was absolutely flabberghasted. :faint:

Now, 75lbs down I still see that fat person I saw in the mirror before I had surgery. Yes, I see my collar bones now but generally I'm the same person. I still see my saggy boobs and hanging belly. It's sad how we can look in the mirror and not really see what's there. We could be a beautiful butterfly but all we see is that ugly old worm.

That's just on the outside. On the inside, I kind of feel like the same person I was when I got out of high school only with more miles and more experience.