I now weigh about 20 pounds more than I did when I had no muscle and was 40 years younger. At that time I was dreadfully unhappy with my body. I'm not now.
At that time I had never done any exercise. Later, I became what I call a serial obsessor. I went through several different sports where I constantly thought about, planned, and worked out on achievement. Eventually I would reach whatever maximum I could and quit, seeing as I am genetically untalented at sports. Now I have physical limitations (bone spurs in my right foot) that keep me from exercising the way many people here do. When I was heavier, that kept me from walking without pain. Now I can walk, and I would like to see how far I can go.
And I dabble in various exercise. In some, progress is slow. In others, I make good progress. It looks like I could do really well competing at bench press in my age group. That's only a small victory, because it's a reflection of the fact that hardly any women of my age lift free weights.
I was out doing an 11 mile walk yesterday in my size 8 jeans and snug-fitting purple t-shirt, and a guy in a little pickup wolf-whistled at me. I didn't see his face, and I doubt he saw mine. I could theoretically be old enough to be his great-grandmother. Yeah, that was a victory. Take'em when you get'em.