Worth my weight in gold

Since the purchase of my new family friend, Jack the cat, I have not step foot upon my scale. For good reason, apparently. After poop scooping this am, I touched lightly upon it and saw the number...192. How fabulous is that? Not so much.
When I became pregnant with Aidan, I was about 175lbs. This number steadily climbed to 265 by the time I went to the hospital for an emergency c-section (another story for another time, and much more java). I like to say that he was born out of a pint or 20 of the Ben and Jerry's. Imagine everything you eat that is healthy making your eyes and stomach turn...a salad and fruit making you want to vomit. Picture clear enough now? I dropped the weight over the course of 3 years, which included half a year of breastfeeding, my Pompei-Hurricane Katrina (most people ate, I just stopped), and mucho exercise-o.
After our flooded home received a good clean-down with Microban and our handyman, Homer put walls in the first floor again, we became pregnant with baby number 2, Mackenzie. My weight catapulted back to 237lbs., when I'd given birth to her. This weight gain was due to eating only salads and fruit (the reverse of when I was pregant with Aidan), imagine that. I am running a few days a week and trying to eat less carbs, sugar and processed foods and more veggies and fruit. However, after climbing up on that scale this am, I feel rather dejected, seeing as how my scale has not moved from that not so magical number "192" in several months.
Having lost the weight before, I know that the number on my digital scale is not what its all about. The fit of the clothing is paramount. I have successfully made my pants get a bit looser and many of my pre-Mackenzie blouses are fitting again, so I think the inches are coming off. Also, I should mention that I've lost one of my double chins (cha ching!), this will best be represented in our fabulous family photos for the Christmas hollyday. Truly bananas, if you ask me. I don't think that we will be galloping off to Mr. JcPennys this holiday season, but instead Mr. Walmart. I mean, it's just so much more convient to go purchase a gallon of milk product, a box of diapers and go into the photography department in the front of the store, upon exiting to snap a quik pic of me et the famille, all for posterity purposes (as opposed to scheduling an appointment in Metairie, driving 40 plus miles with primped children begging them not to drool or injure themselves and their holiday garments before Mrs. JcPennys snaps the pics).
We have 8 weeks until Christmas, so I do believe that I will rock that scale prior to having to HO HO HO with Santa and the kiddos. If not, I can always resort to my back-up plan...cut the heads off each family member and paste them on a photo of a JcPennys family, all dressed appropriately for the season.