Papa's Got A Brand New Bag. (day 24)

Hello, jello. Have you seen my marbles? I think I lost them somewhere between here and there. They must have slipped out of my little bag and rolled on to the floor without my knowing. The constant chattering of my chocolate hungry jaw is beginning to make me want to smash my own face with a rubber mallet. Yes. That's right. A rubber mallet. Yes. That's right too. I have finally gone over the edge. Pass me the straight jacket please. Where's my one way ticket to the padded walls? Thanks. This trip has been fun. Only four more weeks to go. Maybe then my marbles will find their way back into the ball sack. Cross your fingers for me.
On a positive note: I have lost almost 15Lbs in three weeks. Some of my old pants are actually able to fit over my ass. This is a sign of great encouragement. Encourage me damnit! Thank you! Would some one please stop the M&M's from dancing before my face? it's very rude to not share you know.