I had to correct two things in Cliff's "Where I'm From": the measurements of his shop (no big deal anyhow) and the story about the chocolate cherry. I had the brothers backwards. It was Donald who took the cherry out of Cliff's mouth and ate it. So I made those corrections and the rest stands as I wrote it. Cliff agreed that I did say the right things. I wasn't in any doubt in the first place, because I used thoughts that I've heard Cliff vocalize dozens, if not hundreds, of times.
I lost one pound, so I'm 161.5, for a total loss of 26.5 pounds. I'd like to lose twelve to fifteen more pounds, just because I want to be under 150.
Cliff lost two pounds this week, which puts him at 243. He's lost 34 pounds. He is looking so much different that the other day he was wearing jeans instead of overalls, and when I looked at him from a distance I thought we had a visitor. He hasn't really settled on a goal weight, but he has a whole wardrobe of size 40 overalls and jeans upstairs from six years ago, and his main goal is to wear those again.