This morning I was holding my shirt, and I stood up. I did it without thinking, I just... stood. And then I froze as it sunk in. I sat down again, folded my arms across my chest and tried it again.
And I stood up again.
It may not sound like much, but in my world it's huge. It means that for the first time since I can remember, my thighs are strong enough to lift my torso unassisted without killing my knees.
I'm not taking this as a milestone because it's likely an anomaly, but I'm taking it as a harbinger. I think it means that there will be more of that kind of thing as I progress. It means that stairs are becoming easier. It means that I'll be able to start considering adding some lunges and asswork to my workout. It means I can think about hooking up the PS2 and doing DDR.
It's a hell of a thing to start your day with.
Weigh-in this morning puts me at less than ten pounds from my first major weight milestone. Weekly average is still more than ten pounds away (something like 11.3), but it's in sight in the reasonably near future. And barring catastrophe, I will be there with room to spare before Omegacon.
There's a long way to go. But someday, I'll be a real boy.