The scale, it is not moving.
It glares balefully at me every time I enter my bathroom, knowing what I've come for. Then again, if someone came over every time they woke up to stand on me, I probably wouldn't be too pleased to see them either. "Move! Move!" I tell it, but it doesn't deign to lower itself to my demands. If it were a cat, it would have stood up, stretched, made all the motions of looking like it was going to move, then sat down in exactly the same spot again, but with it's back to me. That's what it thinks of me.
I need to keep reminding myself it has only been two days since weigh in. I tend to not see movement for all of two seconds and go !Crazytown, when I could just as easily have nothing for a few days and then a whoosh with a bigger loss. I hate hate hate weeks when things stay the same (er, when I'm eating correctly that is) because it seems so unjustified, putting the effort in and not seeing numbers. I'm a 21st Century girl, I need immediate results!