For over 35+ years this thing did make me cry. It never motivated me to do something about my weight or health. I'd start to lose and then stop. Fear and the what ifs always stopped me from staying focused. I can't explain why it scared me to lose weight, maybe it was a self identity issue well that and some other emotional baggage. Now this thing makes me smile! It still is a struggle when it says I'm up or down a few pounds, it aggravates me to no end cause I'm not able to finish any meal. But over all I am very happy I finally decided to do something to help me. Drastic, maybe, but it is literally saving my life. I'm 9 weeks out and down 31 lbs. I have another 80-85 lbs to reach my goal weight. I am focusing on 15-20 lb increments, taking small steps helps keep me focused at hand. I could have ever done this with out my loving husband Sean's support, my kids, family and closest dearest friends.