We had a little family night last night. 

We took the girls for boiled crawfish. The season’s just starting up again. No corn or potatoes for Beau and me. They were decent.
The unanimous movie of choice was “Mall Cop.”

We are a Kevin-James-lovin’-family.
The movie was OK. There were definitely some funny parts, but it was probably one we could have waited to see on DVD. Although, La Petite Belle cracked up the entire time and when we got back into the truck, she said it was the best movie she had ever seen. To which I replied, the motherly, “No it isn’t.” So for her “Mall Cop” is trumping “Prince Caspian” right now. Whatever.
Anyway, back to my point … Do you know how difficult it is to go to the movies and not have popcorn and candy? It’s part of what you do when you go to the movie, right? It’s the whole experience.
Beau and I knew we couldn’t have either, due to the stupid South Beach Phase 1 (which is over tomorrow … Yay! Bring on the limited amount of fruit, yogurt, and whole grains) … unless we stop by CVS and pick up some of that Russell Stover sugar-free candy (still kind of cheating, but not as bad). You know what I’m talking about. I had never tried them before.
They had sugar-free chocolate caramels, chocolate peanuts, turtles, and even gummy bears. I thought “JACKPOT”!
We settled into our movie seats and we each ate our two “treats.” Halfway through, they really weren’t tasting that great, but I continued to eat them. Why? I don’t know.
By the end of movie, my tummy was in knots. By the time we got home, Beau’s tummy was in knots. I’m talking full-on pain here, people.
I will spare you the gory details, but let’s just say, we spent the rest of the night in separate bathrooms. Hurtin’, hurtin’, hurtin’.
I feel somewhat better this morning and got back to my South Beach breakfast food. Tomorrow is the end of the strictest phase of the diet. So far, Beau’s lost 15 lbs. … maybe more by the time we may Monday. I’ve lost 3 lbs. … and I hope it’s more by Monday. Beau sweet-talks me about why I haven’t lost more … like you don’t really need to lose any weight … you’re already a laser beam of hotness … Blah, Blah, Blah. TEN pounds, people. I’d be happy losing 10 pounds. I’ve wanted to lose 10 pounds for the past two years. Forget 15 … just give me 10.
In summary, skip “Mall Cop,” unless you just have time to kill and buy full-sugar chocolate.
I do have some pics that I will post tomorrow of our evening.
** On another note … in reference to my previous post about the mandrakes … I did a little research on the plant. And guess what? The mandrake plant was believed to have had special “powers”. You would eat this plant and it made you more fertile. Hence, Rachel’s obsession with it. Kinda puts a whole new spin on things … or not really. Just thought I’d pass that tidbit on to you all. But, I do agree with Chel … grow your own mandrakes. **