I think, in many ways, I've hit the finish line. My clothes fit and if I get any smaller I'll start looking gaunt. Interestingly, though, I haven't lost weight, just girth and lard: I must have gained muscle. As a life-long fitness avoider, this is somewhat extraordinary.
Have I reached the LGN nirvana? er... Well, I don't look bad or anything.
I'm noticing other small changes: my nails are stronger.
Today I carried the small boy home on my shoulders - lift heavy things - after a walk to the park. The weather is glorious. There's a pork belly in the oven and all is well with my world.
ETA - I spilt the hot pork fat from the belly on to my arm! Oh noes My arm is now slathered in a thick layer of aloe vera.