Forgot my weigh in

I have a love-hate relationship with my scale. Those numbers hold so much power. After our house burned down, I debated for months about getting a new scale. I finally couldn't stand it and bought one. I have been weighing on Fridays. I put the scale out Thursday night and anxiously anticipate the (hopefully) smaller number on the scale. This week something changed though. I forgot all about my weigh in. I bought clothes in a smaller size this week and really noticed for the first time that my old clothes are hanging on me. I can feel muscles in my legs, though there is still PLENTY of fat and cellulite covering them. I can see muscles in my arms and shoulders starting to define. I know that I am on the right track and everything tells me so. I'm sure I will weigh next week. But, I did feel a small victory in not allowing those dang numbers to dictate how I feel about myself and my weight loss journey. I'm going to overcome my weight. I'm going to be healthier. I will do this!!!