37. That's the answer to the big question people have been asking me lately. I weighed myself at the gym tonight, and it turns out that I have lost 37 pounds since I blew out the ACL in my left knee in April. When it comes to being fit, I'm in horrible physical shape these days--especially when compared to when I was playing indoor soccer last winter--but man, I'm thin.
I was released from physical therapy on Monday, so tonight I started on my push to get back into shape and jogged for the first time. It was only 3/4 of a mile--no need to push the knee too hard the first time out--but it's a start.
Because I'm in such a good mood this evening, I submit for your consideration
1956 And All That by the dear, departed McLusky. Your son looks like Michael Jackson!