I weigh myself every once in a while, when I think about it. It’s been between 148 and 152 for at least a year now.
Amen, Sister!
And don’t you love it when Militant Assistant announces your weight to you in a voice that would rival the PA system at the Coliseum.
Uuuuggghhhh!
I weigh myself at least once a day. I’m in the middle of a pretty serious weight loss campaign – from my high of 261 in May, I’m on the cusp of getting sub-200 – so the scale is really my friend.
I like to weigh myself after I poop, 'cause I know I’ve just enjoyed a little loss right then and there!
After dropping my weight from nearly 190 to 145 over the course of a couple hard months I weigh myself in the morning everyday out of habit. I find my weight doesn’t really flucuate, except after Thanksgiving of course :). Pretty much eat the same as I did at 190, just excersize more),
Might be a little obessive weighing myself everyday, but I’ve been pretty heavy for my frame, and I like things a lot better this way.
Although it was great the first time people noticed I lost weight (a lot), I don’t really want to do that again.
I havent known my weight since I was in grade six. Im now in second year of university. When I visit the doc, I don’t look, and I tell them not to bother telling me unless there is some medical reason to. I assume I’m somewhere in the range of 130lbs, but I have no idea for sure.I just don’t want to know. I’m about 5foot6, too, though even that I don’t know for sure because it’s not really something I need to think about. What am I gonna do, grow? 
I figure I don’t look too bad, I don’t feel to bad, and if there was anything to worry about, it’s likely not weight-related.
But that’s just me.
I weigh myself maybe once a week. I used to weigh myself next to never, but at the beginning of the year I was suprised to find myself just over 210lbs, and in the process of dropping 15lbs, I got into the habit of jumping on the scales regularly.
Are you my long lost twin? I went from 265 to hovering around 200.
Yes, Speed Racer, it’s me, Racer X!
Not ever. I’d fall off the scale sobbing like a maniac if I weighed myself. Eating disorders will do that to you.
Instead, I measure myself with clothing. “Hey, look! These pants fit quite nicely!” means I’m doing good.