I wrote last week about how a colleague of mine convinced me to weigh myself, but I didn't relate how that came about. She had come back to my office to talk to me about a patient issue and found me despondent at my desk.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I don't think the surgery is working anymore," I told her. "I'm gaining weight again. I can tell."
Her eyebrows almost disappeared into her hair line. "Gaining weight? I don't think so. Your clothes look looser every day."
"They're not," I said. "I'm gaining. I can tell."
So she dragged me to a set of scales, where I learned that my subjective reality was not objective reality--in fact, I had lost seventeen pounds since my most recent visit with my bariatric surgeon.
