My scales died the other day, and they went in the bin for Monday pickup. I have been quite well coping with weighing myself withdrawal. Before the scales died, I was down to (mostly) once a day.
I am trying not to be paranoid about how much weight I am putting on and now don't know it. I can see the lazy floppy fat on my belly now (where did that come from?), that I never had until post age 40.