I've been feeling better lately. After a week of non-stop vomitting and a three-pound weightloss, my doctor put me on daily medications so I could hold down some food. Ever since, I've been great! The other night I had a craving for some good 'ol M&Ms (which if you know me, I never crave chocolate.) that Kyle picked up from the store for me. I'd expected him to get the single pack, not the 1 pound bag. I had stashed the gigantic bag in a very secret location, the kitchen drawer. This afternoon, for the first time in a week, I started feeling yucky. While in the bathroom throwing up, Collin found the drawer. Madeline ran in to tattle. This is when I found the entire pound (minus the few I'd eaten) of M&Ms all over the den and kitchen floors. You'll notice at the bottom he started helping me by eating some and then putting a few on the counter.