I went through a phase where I weighed myself ALL the time—in the morning, after a workout, after eating dinner, right before bed—it was ridiculous. I have no idea why I tortured myself like that. But one day, I just stopped completely and didn't weigh myself for like a month. I have quite a bit of muscle, and I never thought the number on the scale was a true representation of how I looked anyway.
So I started using certain pieces of clothing as an indicator of where I was with my weight. Liza has a nice, but unforgiving pair of Prada pants she scored at a sample sale a couple years ago, and I always put those on to see whether or not I'm on track. I wore them to an interview last week, and they fit just the way I thought they would--not too snug, but not loose enough for my liking. I think I have a couple pounds to shed before summer officially starts, but I'm not too worried. It's nothing a little more cardio and a little less ice cream can't fix! (Btw, sorry I didn't tell you about the interview--I didn't want to jinx it! Umm, shit, maybe I just did?)
Side note: Did anyone watch the Derby on Saturday? Those jockeys are so damn little, it kind of kills me. I was at a bar all geared up to watch it on TV, but ended up missing it. I went outside to talk to a friend, came in back 60 seconds later and blink, it was over. That kind of sucked. Ohh well!
So what about you: When's the last time you hopped on the scale? Do you have alternative ways that help you get an idea of whether you have gained or lost a few pounds? I must say, I am much happier without getting on the dreaded scale. It makes me a lot less obsessive--hallelujah to THAT!