So today I met with the guy at Pittsford Nautilus, and he showed me a bunch of leg exercises. At the time, it didn't feel too bad, although by late afternoon, I could be doing an impression of Roosevelt at Warm Springs. Funny thing is, when I look in the mirror, That's what I see (arrow points to the right). Maybe I never should have put that poster up there, because if a real mirror was there, I'd see a horrendous gut. But the pounds are going, if slowly and steadily. By my birthday, with any luck, I'll have shed 20 pounds.