Week 3 weigh in.

Well to say last week has been a struggle would be the understatement of the century, unfortunately - my body continued to retain water like a sponge and i spent the latter part of last week being starving hungry despite eating my kcals every day - i gained 1.5lbs this made made me feel bad.

This week is gonna be just as bad as im a few days late but also because im still off the wagon so to speak. Yesterday my lovely mummy and i had a girly day, its been planned for weeks and i was gonna bloody enjoy it - we ate pizza and then went to watch Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows and It.Was.. A.W.E.S.O.M.E!!

To explain, my friend are and always will be Uber h.p nerds (my coolness just keeps getting better huh?), in fact she has a tattoo of the deathly hallows on the back of her neck, and now im really thinking of getting one? hmm.. if you havent read the books or seen the film then you wont know the story of the 3 brothers, so i've even provided ya'll with that - i'm too good ;) read me.- anyway - the film was spot on  to the book - watch it. love it. :)

So i fully intended to get back on plan today, except my big bro phoned last night and he's taking us all for tea tonight - ooooh excccittteee :) - his treating us is so rare that im gonna grab it by both hands and enjoy myself. i wont be eating much all day anyway. And so starts the festive season diet melt down... uck..

peace out x

oh, and on a side note.

                                                    RIP LESLIE NIELSON
 
                                                    The worlds a less funny place without you...

Frank: Nice beaver!
Jane: Thanks, I just had it stuffed. ...




Frank: It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girl dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
Jane: Goodyear?
Frank: No, the worst

Jane: Can I interest you in a night cap?
Frank: No, thank you, I don't wear them.

Mayor: Now Drebin, I don't want any trouble like you had on the South Side last year, that's my policy.
Frank: Well, when I see five weirdos, dressed in togas, stabbing a man in the middle of the park in full view of a hundred people, I shoot the bastards, that's *my* policy!
Mayor: That was a Shakespeare-In-The-Park production of 'Julius Caesar,' you moron! You killed five actors! Good ones!

Frank: That's the red-light district. I wonder why Savage is hanging around down there.
Ed: Sex, Frank?
Frank: Uh, no, not right now, Ed.

Frank: Now, Jane, what can you tell us about the man you saw last night?
Jane: He's Caucasian.
Ed: Caucasian?
Jane: Yeah, you know, a white guy. A moustache. About six-foot-three.
Frank: Awfully big moustache.

Frank: I'm single! I love being single! I haven't had this much sex since I was a Boy Scout leader!
-Music Stops. People stare.-
Frank: I mean at the time I was dating a lot.

Rumack: You'd better tell the Captain we've got to land as soon as we can. This woman has to be gotten to a hospital.
Elaine Dickinson: A hospital? What is it?
Rumack: It's a big building with patients, but that's not important right now.

Rumack: Can you fly this plane, and land it?
Ted Striker: Surely you can't be serious.
Rumack: I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.



Rumack: Captain, how soon can you land?
Captain Oveur: I can't tell.
Rumack: You can tell me. I'm a doctor.
Captain Oveur: No. I mean I'm just not sure.
Rumack: Well, can't you take a guess?
Captain Oveur: Well, not for another two hours.
Rumack: You can't take a guess for another two hours?