I haven't weighed myself since early February of this year. I was a pretty neurotic weigher...for all my adult life (and most of my teen years) so for me to not step on it...it's pretty major. I don't even own a full length mirror anymore, so I'm totally going by how my clothes fit.

It's freeing. Truly. As much as I knew that the number was just a number, it didn't matter. It still wormed itself into my brain and in so many ways, determined if I'd have a good day or a bad one. It's ridiculous.

It's only been 2.5 months, so I can't say for sure if it's made any long term difference, but in the short term, I feel 1000 times better about myself. I'm fairly certain I haven't lost weight (even though I've been eating way better) but I'm judging my progress in other ways and it's a really, really nice change of pace.

Dump the scale. Who cares what it says? Unless you participate in a sport that has weight categories, it's only a number...and not a very critical one at that.