I am selling myself to science. Alright, so its not such an epic research study. But I am donating my time and my appetite to a research study that is examining the effects of a common sugar substitute on subsequent appetite. I'm doing it for interests sake and I'm doing it for some easy cash.I made my way to the Queens Medical Centre which houses the University of Nottingham's Medical School. Here, I was weighed in at 8 stones and marked at 60 cm short. After completing a series of questionnaires including one on mood, which I have never used in my own research, but tried not to read too far into, I was sent home with a food and activity diary. Fun!
I will spend the upcoming two weekdays along with one weekend day recording my every gastronomical and physical move. In a few weeks I drink and eat on the lab's tab. The menu is bland: rice crispies and milk, artifically sweetened chocolate milkshake, and a buffet of pasta with tomato sauce and cheese. I will eat and I will drink. I will send staged electrical shocks to any passers by. I will disclose my profound emotions, expose my psyche...right, like I said, its not such an epic study...but I'm still technically a guinea pig.
All in the name of health science.
