I was weighed at my post op visit 16 days after surgery, my next appointment is 3/17/04. I don't have scales. I was determined that I was not going to weigh my self, so that I didn't get all crazy about the ups and down, and wouldn't get on the scales every couple of hours, since I am still home from work, (also DIDN'T have the money to buy scales that would weigh over 350)
Yesterday I took my son in to get some stitches out and literally begged the nurse in the ER to use their scale. I couldn't do it, I couldn't go just by how I felt or that the clothes were getting looser, I had to have validation. I am now one month out and I was worried if I was going to be a slow loser or what. I have decided that scales may be the devil's work--I may be as hooked to scales as some people are cocaine or meth. Now that is strange as I have gone for the last several years ducking scales, but now that I am losing I have such a hankering to check the weight, and I AM NOW UNDER 350. i HAVE LOST 28 LBS IN A MONTH,
SO, the question is, what is all of your attitudes about weighing? do you do it at home, do you do it secretly, do you do it with MIss Scarlett in the library with a scale (oops wrong simile)
By the way did you notice that I just slipped in the fact that I HAVE LOST 28 OBS IN ONE MONTH--

...you get the idea. Anyway since I love comfortable and lose clothes I don't think that mine are that reliable in judging. PLUS, for me in the plus sizes it is/was a good twenty pounds or more per size and I need more imediate gratification.
I weigh myself every day too and have tried to break the habit but can’t … so I figure I'm doing OK if I can keep it to just once a day.
So weighing myself every day keeps me in line cuz I hate hate hate seeing that number go up.
). All of my shoes ended up too big too! But I’ll still clomp around in some of the fancy ones that never got much use and are too nice to get rid of now — DH is used to taking me out to dinner and having my shoes fall off. The only clothes that I own now that are more than two years old are socks and the one pair of size 22 pants in my avatar photo (with matching pink tent T-shirt) that I’ll never get rid of.

