treilin said:
Yeah you and me both... cardio laggers... and one slip on the diet has bad bad effects... Keep it up!!!!
Tell us the story!!!
it's amazing for me how true that is...i can eat great 6 straight days...not even one questionable meal...and then i'll treat myself to a huge cheat meal and it's lilke i'm back to square one

for me i see the best results if i sneak in a little cheat her and there...not one big cheat meal or one cheat day. for example...tonight i'm going to use honey mustard sauce with my chicken...little things like that i think work best
ok story time...
so i was 17 and on a class trip to europe....my highschool did this every year..but this was my senior year and we went to london and france. (i see london i see france i see jp's underpants...

don't know why...just needed to say that)
ok so i'm in london with about 40 other guys from my senior class ...i went to an all guys highschool...i wore a uniform...and yes i'm gheeey...any other questions??? ok moving on now...so we are all out one night at some pub in (excuse my spelling bud i don't feel like looking it up) piccadili circus...i think it might have been the limelight...actually whatever....doesn't matter. so we're all pretty much drunk and being immature...we're 17 and seniors in highschool in another country...do you expect anything else? plus i'm naturally immature so that's a bad combo
we stumble out of the pub...and i do mean stumble b/c i sware those steps were not there when i arrived at the place

anyway, there's 3 of us basically flailing our limbs in the street trying to hail down a cab....no one wants to pick us up....shocker!! finally a cabbie picks us up and by this time we are not only drunk but extremly belligerant...i mean we weren't hurting anyone but we were extremely vulgar. profanities i wouldn't even type without using * to so scensor it....you know the words..we've all been there.
so on our way back to the hotel we start heckling the guy...calling him a homo...in our defense he was wearing a tiny pink hat...weird...anyway the guy was a good sport about it...not even flinching at these american words we are forcefuly throwing at him. he's actually making the ride kind of boring and needles to say we're pretty upset that our tatics could not get a rise out of him. we also didn't realize how huge this guy was....hold on i'll get to that in a second. so we've tried all the name calling in the book and still nothing....so we're just about at the hotel and as we are getting out i called the cabbie a "bloody wanker" now...i only know that word wanker from watching tv...i never really knew what it meant. i'm sure alot of people still don't know what it means and if i never uttered those words that night i would still be clueless to this day.
turning my back on the cabbie as i'm now walking away from the car...he grabs me and yells right in my face...."i am not a jerk off"

prob wasn't a good idea to be calling 6'6 240lb guy anything but "big fella...or "big man" rookie mistake...one i'll never make again...note to self - check weight and heoght of cabbie before verbally bashing them in the future.
i'm guessing he didn't undertsand the slang curse words i was using...or maybe he did and that last statement put him over the edge...or maybe that's probably the worst thing you can call someone in london...to this day i don't really know..but when he grabbed me and i turned around...i sharted...not a little one either...graphic i'm sorry but this is the truth...of course i didn't tell my friends that were with me...i played it cool...and my expression to the cabbie was cold and dry...unlike my boxers i was wearing. he literally scared the crap out of me...but i would die if i let any of those guys know the real truth...
so my advise to anyone traveling in london:
wear diapper padded underwear if your going to call a cabbie a "bloody wanker"