Last Friday, the day after Thanksgiving was a really busy day. I’m on weight watchers and taking it pretty seriously so for breakfast I had a literal measured out cup of oatmeal and then for lunch I had a measured out cup of vegetable soup. I left work at 5:00 and sat on Route 7 Tysons corner traffic for an hour to get to my 6:00 weight watchers meeting. By the time I got there, sat through the meeting, listened to everyone’s heroic tales of overcoming Thanksgiving, I was absolutely ravenous. During the meeting all I could think of was “where is the closest food establishment where I can get food into my mouth in the quickest means possible.” I knew there was a Taco Bell around the corner and Lord knows I love me some Taco Bell. The whole time the leader was talking I was just thinking about the chicken quesadilla I would soon be eating and how if she didn’t hurry up and end soon I would start flipping tables over… monster Julie would emerge. As soon as the meeting was over I was outta there and in the drive thru line in under two minutes flat.
As the drive thru guy was handing me my quesadilla and I was ripping open the packaging and stuffing the quesadilla into my mouth I noticed he was staring at my sadly. That’s when I realized I still had on my big white name tag “Welcome to Weight Watchers my name is JULIE.”
He told me to have a good night… I was so flustered so I just ripped off the name tag and all I could think of to say was “nope.” Absolutely no idea what that means or why I said that.
Just to give a glimpse of the person I turn into when I’m hungry, I give you Liz Lemon on 30 Rock: