I Love Measurements!

I lost 22 pounds in my first month (gotta love that water weight), and then seven in two weeks, and three in the last two weeks, but! A month ago I started taking measurements, since I was starting to exercise (cardio five times a week, strength training or bodywork whenever I started getting jittery), and in the last month I've lost 18.75 inches!
Keep in mind that that's measuring waist, hips, neck (where I've gained), arms, thighs, calves (which haven't changed; all the cardio's making me more muscular, but not any smaller), ribs, bust, forearm and wrist (both of which are the same). Lots of measurements, but!
waist -3.5
hips -2.5
arms -2 (each!)
thighs -2 (each!)
ribs -2.5
bust -3

I'm a big girl - and not just a fat one; I'm 5'11, and at 250 my body fat% is somewhere around 32 (everyone and their pet monkey has given me different stats, ranging from 27% to 37.5%, but the doctor and his magic calipers told me 32 so I'm sticking with it). As I've been losing weight my fat seems to have been softening, so I can poke at it and really feel all the demarcations in the muscle beneath (of course, it also means that it jiggles in an unsightly fashion, making me look even flabbier than when I began). Still, every inch lost is an inch that's bringing me that much closer to a body that does what I tell it to do, moves and feels the way I want.