July 26th last year I broke the 200 pound barrier. And today, I stepped on the scale and it read 185! I've officially hit my goal, and in the process dropped about 75 pounds.

(Yes, its hard to believe that at one point, I was 260 pounds. I still hide those pictures in shame.)

The crazy thing is, for the past few months I haven't really been dieting. I eat when I'm hungry, and stop when I'm full, and yet the pounds were (slowly) coming off. And between the institutional food, and the lack of appetite from general freak-outyness, the last few pounds were particularly easy.

Now the next step is to start going to the gym. I think that between the weightloss and the lack of physical activity (after all, I sit at a desk for most of the day), some of the loss was actually muscle loss. So, I'm going to target my abs and legs in particular to build up a little bulk. Hopefully I can lose a little more fat to offset the gain!

No matter where we eventually end up in the country, our son will definitely be a Red Sox fan. Not that he'll have any choice in the matter, but I'm sure he won't be able to imagine life any other way. Of course, its gonna be weird growing up in a world in which the Red Sox have actually won the World Series, but I'm sure he'll survive.