I have a new fangled digital scale that seems to get moody every once in a while. I get on it at least 3 times in order to make sure it reads the same weight at least twice. I was stepping on it on a daily basis and obsessing over each day's tally. My husband noticed my obsession and decided to stash it in the top shelf of a really hard-to-access closet. He gets it out once a week and now I have to satisfy myself with figuring out what clothes I can fit into again. I'm wearing a pair of pants I haven't fit into in months!