The scale...is NOT my friend. I'm about to throw it in the lake and watch it sink to the bottom. I am thankful I have LOST and not gained 21 pounds, but the scale has stayed the same for the last week or so...I'm eating such little amounts, I'm actually feeling great AND exercising. I just don't get it. I am anxious for Mother Nature to pay her visit, maybe that will make the numbers change! But what I can say is this...during PMS, post surgery, that was my time for chocolate, and salty kettle chips. My brain is still telling me how much I want them, but logic kicks in and reminds me that I will probably not like what I put in my mouth if I do that. I've had 2 episodes with trying something new and not being able to take the pain in my chest. So, I'm not willing to go down that PMS road again and give in to what I know got me in this mess in the first place. Not worth it. I can't take anything for my cramps, so my mood, OH my poor hubby!!! This has got to get better! My mood is directly linked to the monthly, which then gets pissed off when I get on the scale. It's like the scale is there taunting me every morning...just get on, maybe you lost some more, maybe I'll have a different number for you today...just maybe you should take a flying leap into the lake!!! I can make that happen!!! I NEVER used to weigh myself before, and now what the heck am I doing!!! I always went by how I feel in my clothes...never knew my weight until I started going to the Dr. regularly. Now that I have had this surgery, it seems all I want to do is weigh myself. How in the world do I break that cycle? Anyone else feeling like that? It's like I know I'm feeling better, I know I'm looking better, and I know you can be losing inches and not weight, but I haven't seen that damn scale below 200 pounds in so long, I have 7 more pounds to go and BAM...it will be under...will that make me feel better or will I be itching to get it lower??? I guess it helps that they told me that the more weight you have to lose the quicker you lose in the beginning, so I rely on that advice...working, right??? I've begun to find other things to do with my hands instead of eat, now I have to get my mind there, One period at a time!!! My family is trying so hard to be supportive, my hubs...well every time we are getting ready to have dinner I get that damn question, "are you allowed to have this", "what CAN you eat"???? He is a smart man but it's pissing me off, he can do the research and please don't ask me again if I can have that! My mom, she is my best friend, but her approach is that of a drill sergeant ...do this, don't do that, don't eat that, are you seriously thinking of eating that, that's what got you in this mess!!! She has the BEST intentions, she loves me and doesn't want to see my diabetes get worse, she wants that to go away. She knows that diabetes runs on her side of the family and I was the one that got it, and got it really bad. She doesn't want my life cut short, but being strong and constantly having my game face on in front of her is something that I'm trying to do...it just gets hard sometimes. So...I will be strong, I can get through this "funk" and I will come out on top. I have a great support system and I really am thankful that there is this site as well as all the wonderful people on here that offer their words of wisdom.