Thursday, December 20, 2007

Coca Cola - I salute you!

Okay, I know I haven't been around much, thank you all for your well wishes. I'm going to Bangkok for Christmas and New Year, so this week has been a little hectic trying to get everything sorted. I will be back and (hopefully) in full force after the new year though.

I was chatting to a friend the other day about things I missed from home that signified the holidays for me, and one of the things that came up was the Coca Cola Christmas Jingle (holidaysarecomingholidaysarecoming - 'tis the season it's always the real thing!). That, in turn, got me thinking about some of their other adverts and how much I've enjoyed them. So, by the power invested in me by YouTube and the talented Coke marketing people, here they are:

The Christmas Advert:

The Magical Vending Machine Land:

I just love the little parade they give it at the end!

And finally, the GTA ad:
(If you don't know GTA, it's game in which you're trying to commit as many crimes, steal as many cars, pick up as many hookers, and run down as many people as possible. The main character of the ad is the one who usually does it all)

So how about you? What TV things do you love? remember that youtube is your friend. Give me things to procrastinate to at school tomorrow!

Just in case I don't get to update again, have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Back in the Saddle

A couple of months ago I bought a little digital scale with the intention of doing something vaguely productive when it comes to my portion sizes. Turns out they don't work by osmosis. Come to think of it that may be why I'm not learning Japanese, despite the number of books on the subject I have in my apartment.

So today I finally cracked them open and started, you know, weighing stuff. I recently added a 'food of the day' tab to my sidebar to help keep me going, so I think I will start adding my measurements to that and see if it makes a difference. You see, I work on the somewhat flawed theory that portion size doesn't matter if I'm 'filling up on vegetables', and to give myself credit, for a while it didn't. It was better to eat more vegetables and not be hungry. Now though, I think it does. I think it might be making the difference between maintaining and losing.

Of course, I could just start exercising, but damn if you think I'm going to break my hatred for it that easily. I have some enforced exercise during the week (I walk 20 minutes to school and 20 minutes back with my laptop and textbooks on my back) and that's the way I intend to keep it until I get to a point where I have no other choice.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007


The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley

The mojo, it is gone.

It went a few weeks ago, but I didn't want to admit it, so I tried to distract you all with pictures. That could have gone on for some time (there is plenty of blog picture fodder here, believe me), but it would have done nothing to stop the growth of my ever-increasing ass.

Things are not good.

I got to the point where I was so sick of thinking about food. Not in a good or bad way, just having to think about it, period. Having it be such a big issue in my life. I rebelled completely, not only not eating healthily, but pushing myself to eat as much as possible of the worst things. I got stuck somewhere along the way, like part of me wanted to stop but I just couldn't face going back to analysing everything. I stopped checking blogs, fed up with filling my head with tidbits of other peoples plans and ways and means and I can't even manage my own eating in here - I don't want other people's too.

Somebody stop the carousel turning turning turning I want to get off.

I once said that sometimes I need time in the hole to appreciate things outside of it, and that's true. Every now and again a brief stint helps me to centre myself, to realise where I am and where I want to be. This time it's been less productive, I've gone past the hole and am walking a very fine precipice, and all that most of me wants to do is hurl myself over the edge, go home, lock the door, and be left to eat myself into oblivion for the rest of eternity.

Three weeks in and the tiniest shred of sanity still lurking in the back of my skull coaxed me a few steps from the ledge. So I sit here typing this, thinking of mice and men, and schemes agley, and mixing my metaphors trying to tell you something that I think is important, but I'm not sure what to say.

Monday, December 03, 2007

A viable alternative

I suppose I could just admit that this whole food malarky isn't working and just take up smoking instead:

I'd never know the difference, right?