Who Am I?

There is a photo of a man whose name I don't know. 

I awoke today to find the photo sitting on my nightstand next to a digital clock that reads 10 AM.  The man is smiling and I get the sense that he's proud of something.  I don't know why, but he seems very familiar, like I have seen him recently but, I can't remember where.  I try to think of where he's from, but I get nothing but blanks.  I sit there on the bed just staring at the photo, figuring that something will come to me. 

I must have lost track of time or fallen asleep with my eyes open, because when I look over at the clock it reads 4 PM.  I start to panic as I realize I have sat on my bed for the past six hours staring at some dumb photo, like a crazed stalker-fan.  I jump out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

As I step inside, I see the man from the photo in my bathroom, but he is much larger.  At that moment it finally clicks, and I feel every bit of warmth and color in my body drain away.  I finally realize who the man in the photo is… He is me, but who am I?  What is my name?