I ended up going to the hospital Friday night. I couldn't breathe and had had very little sleep for the several days preceeding that visit from coughing all night long. Appartently I have a bad case of bronchitus. I am going to live, despite how I feel.

I had to go buy some more clothes tonight. I am down to nothing to wear anymore. I guess I was under the impression that I had more clothing in these smaller sizes laying around. It seems that my belief that I had things under size 42 was coming from a time period when I still lived in LA and was not dating Cheryl Sorrells. I believe I was a 36/38 when I first started dating her.

At any rate, I continue to decline in poundage as the days creep by. My immediate goal is to have lost 30 more pounds by June 1st. I just may get there after all.

Ok, the cough meds are kicking in and I am getting mighty sleepy. I am done.

Ciao.