The roundup
So, the Actimel Challenge is over - “two weeks of drinking the ‘delicious probiotic yoghurt drink’ will improve your life” claimed the advertising, and who am i not to take up that challenge? I’ll tell you who, I’m webponce - sucker to marketing suggestions.
The final three days of the challenge ran smoothly enough, a shot of Actimel every morning. Saturday i managed to finish my paper, and then onto a party. Sunday was spent lazing around in the most wonderful of ways, and Monday was a day off work and the deadline for my paper, which i managed to hit - in fact, turned up before the graduate office was even open.
So in retrospect, has drinking Actimel every day for two weeks made me happier?
I’ll have to say this, I am happier, but was it Actimel which made the change occur. I think its only fair to use some form of scientific principles here - the control, for whom Slim shall suffice (I’m not sure he’d appreciate being used as the guinea pig, nor the control, but he has to realise his importance in this experiment).
It snowed, and that added considerably to my happiness - but it snowed for all london, a good number of whom I’d hazard a guess are not drinking actimel (slim for example) - so i feel safe in saying that Actimel was not responsible for the snow. i think it was caused by low temperatures and, well, snowfall.
The ‘crash’ scenario, now, there is not a doubt that it was caused by me forgetting to drink my actimel. Plain and simple. If i had have drank the actimel, it may have still happened, but lets face it, i didn’t drink it, and it did happen. Let me turn to the control for a moment, Slim didn’t care that the portal had gone down, it was none of his concern - hence, only did i have puppies in trying to work out what went wrong. it was punishment.
i’m not any happier - but if i don’t drink actimel - i might die horribly.
sooooo, i think i’ll stick with it.
to be perfectly honest, it takes the edge of my hunger in the morning too - although a bacon sarnie would probably do the same.
