Potluck Power

“Potluck” is a 4-letter word.  Er, 7-letter word.  Whatever.  It’s a bad word.

(So is “buffet”.  And “Nutella”.  But I digress.)

Any time someone leaves their position in my office, we have a potluck.  I think it’s a wonderful way to get everyone together at work.  I also think it’s a wonderful way for Liz to come back for 16 helpings of spinach and artichoke dip.  My co-workers are SUCH GOOD COOKS – which used to be the best thing ever, and now I just want them all to STOP COOKING.  Just so you have an idea, this was the kitchen after the Potluck:

So. Much. Food.  If you look to the far left, you will see the veggie tray that I brought.  Crudités betta RECOGNIZE.

Are you ready for what I ate out of ALLLL that good food that was there?

1/4 of a slice of cranberry orange bread.  The end.

I’m fairly certain this is only due to the fact that I had brought my own lunch.  If I had not brought something else to eat, it could have been a TOTAL disaster.  I mean, I’ve succeeded in the past – gone to a potluck/buffet, filled up my plate only once with healthy options, and wrote it all down.  But that was a long time ago, before my eating habits went to complete shit.  I DID NOT trust myself to choose healthy choices in the potluck moment, so I chose my healthy choices in the morning.  (That’s a lot of choosing.)  I preemptively protected myself against Potluck Liz.  Morning Liz was all “Hell no you don’t!” and Potluck Liz was all “Awww maaaaan!”

Rock it out, Morning Liz.  Rock. It. Out.

P.S. I know Thanksgiving is tomorrow.  I wish everyone the best of luck.  I might post this evening with my thoughts about T-day.

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9 thoughts on “Potluck Power

  1. To me, the hardest part about WW is all the counting, weighing, and measuring. AND the not being able to eat “like a normal person,” which, to me, means eating like it’s happy hour all day. Go Morning Liz!

  2. Liz! I love you for doing this (and for your clever blog name). Basically, I just love you in general. Awesome job on resisting the potluck food. I’m planning on cleaning up my diet starting next week (totally existing on cereal, popcorn and PBJ currently. Way to be a healthy adult, right?), and you are definitely my inspiration.

  3. I can’t believe how many veggies are left in your tray. I could’ve eaten the whole thing myself.

    Nutella is the dirtiest word in the English language. I’m glad to see that someone else knows the dirty, dirty secret.

  4. ” I preemptively protected myself against Potluck Liz.” hahaha

    ga head girl! I am doing some serious yoga next week…you have inspired me!!

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