Gluttony is a sin.

I am a sinner.

Move it, move it.

It's time to move it move it, fatty. Yeah, that's right, I'm talking to you. Too much energy has been stored as lipids for long-term energy storage for two reasons: there's too much of it and it's not being used up well enough in the short-term. Here's evidence:


February 2010: thunder-thighs, much? 



Fat spilling over your collar is just the most attractive look there is. 



March 2010: holy crap at my stomach here. It looks like somebody tried to stuff a pear into a jar and then turn it around, except the pear's wearing a rather nice shirt and the jar would be my pants.  


And now, it's time for some comparisons.

March 2009: I liked being a size small, thank you very much.

August 2009: is my torso bulging out here in any way? No! In fact, the shirt's even rumpled from not having to stretch itself over any extra masses of skin. 



November 2009: So I wasn't exactly the epitome of fitness, but you don't see my stomach flying all over the place, do you? I was even wearing white here, too. 


I suppose it's something that I've always dreaded and somewhat denied (partially to the allegations of those around me claiming that I'm still skinny), but the truth is overly obvious: I've become fat again. I'm guessing it's a result of eating too much (darn that box of Turtles!) and not exercising as a result of exhaustion and stress from both piano and IB. This calls for only one solution: eating less, eating better, and exercising way more. I'm even standing up to do my studying now, as opposed to sitting. I somehow feel much more fit while doing so, and the chances of me falling asleep on my somewhat comfy computer chair are obviously lessened significantly, too. Thus, I'm definitely going to try to exercise when I'm not too stressed and/or tired and the weather's okay. Of course, I could try and convert the fat to muscle, but that's too much effort.  Besides, I think I'd rather be sleek than super beefy. Could you imagine me as some beefed up Asian dude? On the other hand, I don't exactly want to be next in line for the next Buddha or end up looking like the equivalent of this:


Oh snap. 

But I loved cheering on the streets.

Ahh, the Olympics are ending today. :( Booo! I guess all great "parties" have to end sometime. I must say that I wasn't really looking forward to the whole thing that much, but once it started, I really found myself getting into it. I'm going to miss watching the hockey games (gold for Canada! Woooo!), cheering randomly on the street, going into spontaneous renditions of the national anthem everywhere (even if they were sometimes too high), and all the buzz and excitement throughout the city and the entire country. All I'm left with now is my boring old school-obsessed life; what an excellent trade-off. :(

One thing that I'd have to admit is that all this hype about Vancouver really makes me want to stay here for quite some time. I still haven't really decided which university I want to go to, but UBC definitely just got some plus points over the past 2 weeks. :D Unfortunately, my work ethic took an extended break; it's hard to get motivated when I'm trying to watch some Olympic event that's (lagging) on some website.

Wow, the closing ceremonies starting in 5 minutes. It's totally a bittersweet event, both celebratory and remorseful. We'll be recognizing the most exciting two weeks in a while while also bidding it farewell. Despite all the controversies, deaths, dramatic moments, and fighting, I'm really going to miss these games a lot.

Ah, life's gotta move on at some point. Nevertheless, as cheesy as it sounds, I will definitely walk away from this experience with the patriotic sense of national pride, which has totally been induced into me. Go Canada Go!

Rebound

Sigh; resolution 3 was such a fail, but I think I saw that one coming back to haunt me anyways. Come to think of it, all my resolutions were major fails: I'm definitely not sleeping or exercising more at all. In fact, apart from the brief sprinting-jog I had today (it was cold and getting dark; jogging in the dark is scary because cars might hit me) and the 9 hours I got last night, the exact opposites of those two things are happening.

And I did so well for the first week, too... Oh well. Maybe I should think, "reminder to self: pray."

1 week, 2 days.

The "Naughty Noughties" are no more

2009... Wow, what a year. Lots of new experiences and good memories, lots of people dying, lots of new people in my life, and a good number of not-so-good times. But would I say it was an awesome, life-changing year? In some ways, yes; but the slightly scary thing is that 2010 will be even more of a revolutionary year. And, good riddance, I'm ready to embrace it with open arms.

My New Years Resolutions? I say they're pretty important, especially since it's a whole new decade and everything. Here it goes:

1. Exercise more - do I want to be a skinny-armed, fat-bodied Asian boy forever?
2. Finish my EE - that shiz just has to get off of my plate and out of my mind!
3. Stop committing that one sin - it's funny how I've tried to shake it off for so long, and yet I've never succeeded. It's popped up on so many "resolution" lists that it's practically become recurring. Why do all the worst things in life just feel so good. On the other hand, what kind of temptation can stand in the face of the Lord, anyways? Mmhmm; black sin, you're going down this year, this decade, this life.

And there we go, nice and simple. Can't be that hard, eh?