Yesterday, I was whining about how my scale was saying I weighed 180.0, but it refused to go below that amount.

One of my friends suggested I cut off a pinky finger. He asked when do we ever use both pinkies at the same time anyway?

And today, my scale gave in and let me know that I weigh 179.4.

Even better -- I still have all my body parts and didn't even get a drastic haircut to make it happen.

I am loving that my scale is moving down again!

It is so crazy how ounces can effect our determination to keep working that sleeve. What a great day, congratulations!

Screw the damned scale.. It's possessed.. How do u feel!!!?!?

The scale is my "frenemy"!! I don't own one because I obsess so I agree with...

Screw the damned scale.. It's possessed.. How do u feel!!!?!?

Screw the damned scale.. It's possessed.. How do u feel!!!?!?

I agree it's all on how you feel and the way your clothes fit. We focus so much on the number we forget that it's just a number and not who we are

For me, today, I was happy to worship the scale. From May to September, I lost 5 pounds total. It was a long long stall, and I stayed on track and kept on keeping on despite what the scale said.

Since Sept. 10, I have lost another 5 pounds, and I am loving the scale again.

I have felt great since I had my surgery in August 2011, but I love stepping on that scale and seeing the numbers go down, down, down.