Reflection in a Vending Machine

There are vending machines in the corridor that leads to one of entrances/exits of the building where I work.  Before I made the decision to change my life, I frequented these machines alot.  I would scrounge up my dollars or change and stock up on several items.  There were many occasions when I would walk by just to plan out what I was going to eat.  I guess there were lots of other people planning their attack because my favorites would be missing from their usual spots for weeks at a time.

Once I started my lifestyle change, I noticed that I would have a visceral reaction to the vending machine.  I mostly felt nervous that its contents would whisper sweet nothings in my ear and lure me back to binging and thus, purging my success.  I made a conscious effort not to even look in the machine.  As I walked down the long hallway, my stride would widen and my pace quicken until I was safely on the other side of the door that I was powerless to reopen.

Yesterday, I walked by the machine twice.  On my second time past, I realized that I had looked into the machine both times but instead of looking for my old life I was checking my new self out in my reflection. 

Damn, I'm looking good!