Fairweather Friend?

The scale is not my friend. Too many times I hop on there filled with hope only to be disappointed by the number I see. Why does it seem to take 2 steps back, then 1 forward? So far every week has the same pattern: lose half a pound at a time, sometimes remain status quo....until the end of the week where it finally starts going down and my lowest weight of the week is on Saturday morning. But wait! That's my day off, so I indulge myself 'cause that's what this plan calls for. So Sunday rolls around and as can be expected, a few extra pounds appear. I don't usually get back to Saturday's weight until Thursday - what do you expect with half a pound a day lost - and in the end, I lose 2-3 lbs. in my week.
SO here's what I learned so far:
* I'm never really sure what my weight actually is...but I'm pretty certain that I've lost 8 lbs. so far. (In 3 weeks!)
* Eating less doesn't necessarily mean weighing less on a daily basis. Sometimes eating more weighs less....and the same thing goes for drinking more!
* How my clothes fit is more telling than the scale - a hundred times over.
* I should keep better track of my measurements, 'cause those do not lie.
* I am impatient. (This one doesn't really count 'cause I knew that before.)
* Water is my best friend, but I'm glad I also have red wine as a friend!
* I definitely like my scale better on a Saturday. Does that make me a fairweather friend? I prefer to call myself an optimist who looks on the bright side of things. Afterall, at the end of the week, I DO lose a few, and that's what matters! I just need to focus on that a little more during the week.