I am ashamed and embarrassed that I went to see my Hong Kong tailor yesterday to have larger shirts and a larger jacket made. I hate myself. With the emotional garbage that I am going through these days it is little wonder that I am having trouble with my diet, but that does not make me feel any better. It is just one more reason why I hate myself.
My sleep score from last night was up from the previous night… but only marginally. It climbed from 50 to 58. This, despite my being in bed and trying to sleep at a reasonable hour. Sigh.
Losing a part of me 
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