One goal down...

So this morning I stepped on the bathroom scale and I weighed 185 pounds. It took me a minute to realize I weighed that much when I graduated from high school. High school! I was 18!
I've lost 25 pounds. My pants don't fit me anymore. I've lost five inches from my waist. I had to punch a new hole in my belt. These are all good problems to have.
The only bad part is that losing weight does not in and of itself cause fitness and I'm going to have to start exercising. Someday.