No one likes a fatty fatty no friends

You might know that I work in a lab that studies the biochemical mechanisms of type II diabetes and other metabolic syndromes.  One of the projects going on in the lab involves feeding people for a month and looking at how stuff changes (like gene expression and shit).  This study is somewhat invasive because it requires two muscle biopsies and lots of blood work and so it has pretty nice compensation.  So, obviously after hearing that I wouldn’t have to spend a dime on food for a month and I would get paid cash-money I screamed “I’LL DO IT” in a lab meeting.  That was a while ago and today the leader of the study asked my boss to recruit me, and initially I thought it was because I was so gung-ho.  It turns out one of the requirements of being in the study is to be an overweight or obese women, which is why, out of a lab where there are exclusively female employees, I was the only one asked.  Needless to say I still want my G-D $500, and clearly the food, so I’ll still do it.  I don’t have to like it though.