So my husband bought a scale.
The kind that you stand on and it flashes this number at you and you think "holy man do I need to lose weight".
I have never personally owned a scale before.
I have never wanted to own a scale.
I was, in fact, dead set against a scale being in our house for the longest time.
When I started at the gym they weighed me, and I told them I didn't want to see what I weighed. I didn't care, I didn't want to know.
Now I know.
Now I have a scale, in my bathroom.
A scale that will track your weight loss/gain, if you program your original weight into the scale.
I am now, obsessed with the scale.
I weigh myself everytime I pass it. I am getting a close to accurate reading of how much each article of clothing I own weighs by removing a piece every time I weigh myself... "how much do I weigh in just socks?"
I am working my way up to actually saving my weight in it (its okay now that I know, but what if my husband saw?)
I like the scale though. It told me I lost 8 pounds.
The scale is my new best friend!