No... I'm not talking about the numbers moving on the scale. I'm talking about physically moving my scale to a new spot.
The scale used to be in my bathroom. At one point in my life (about 6 months ago), I was stepping on the scale every single day.
Then I decided to stay off the scale for a while, just to see what happened. After a month of not weighing myself, I ended up at the same weight I started. So the scale seemed to neither help nor hurt.
Shortly after, Hubby and I remodeled. We split our large single bathroom into two smaller ones. Due to space constraints, the scale found a home in the guest bathroom.
However, I was rarely--if ever--in the guest bath. The result? I never stepped on the scale.
Fast forward to this past weekend. I finally get the nerve to step on the scale. To my chagrin, I had gained three pounds.
I immediately found room for the scale in the master bathroom so I can again weigh myself every day. Clearly I need this type of "checks and balances" to ensure that I don't blindly start packing on the pounds. My scale's new home is inconveniently located--I have to step over it every once in a while. But at this point, I'd rather deal with the inconvenience than watch my waistline continue to spread.