I can't breathe

I caught my husband's cold. He had stuffiness; I went through an entire box of tissues yesterday. I look like Rudolph.
But there is an upside: I have no appetite. I eat a little soup, a little salad, drink a glass of water ... So, even though I can't exercise until I can breathe again, I don't gain weight. So fat, I'm 3/10 of a pound ahead of John Boyle.
I'm joining a gym. I've never lost a lot of weight without doing that. People are finding excuses for not going out walking at lunchtime -- to busy, it's too cold outside, I can't breathe.
I'm leaving tomorrow afternooon to go visit friends in New Jersey and family in Massachusetts. This is usually a big eating trip, so I'll have to watch myself. Make wise choices and all that.