My progress may not be fast, but it's consistent. Maybe that's a good thing. My weight increased consistently for more than a decade, about 10 lbs. a year. At least it's decreasing faster than it came on, and I'm getting better at picking up heavy objects and putting them down, especially the putting them down part. So, there's that.
Two observations: 1) Working out needs a name that's less stupid and doesn't include the word work. 2) I don't like the term resistance training to describe picking up and putting down heavy objects or stretching a large rubber band. I'm resistant enough.
My biggest goal in life as I live it is to work hard at things that are bigger than I am. That's getting easier--for a couple of reasons. Going to the gym now.