Everybody makes fun of my diet at work, mostly because they think I’m always eating.
See, if you go by the scale, I’m eating a lot less. I’ve managed to bend my metabolism to my will. I don’t get really hungry or fuzzy from having low blood sugar now, but I’m losing weight and eating less food. But, because they are always walking by when I’m grabbing a fairly large snack around 4 PM, my co-workers think I’m always eating and the height of gluttony.
There’s a method to my madness. See, there are two reasons why I will eat too much. First, I eat too much because it tastes so damn good and I want more. Second, I eat too much because if I don’t I’ll feel like total crap. And because I had too many situations where I’d get not quite enough lunch and have a full fledged blood-sugar crash, I started eating far more than I needed to, just in case.
Since there’s a fridge and microwave at work, I divide my lunch into two chunks. The first is the minimum amount of food I can eat to feel like I had lunch. The second chunk I’ll eat during the afternoon so I don’t run out of energy.
I don’t actually need a snack every day anymore, either. Because I decided I liked my kitchen experiments much more than the cafeteria at work, I just bring a tub of food with several days worth of food on my bike rack and my co-workers seem to be honest enough that it doesn’t get stolen. And right now, I’ve got my mother-in-law in town, which means that I generally have a decided surplus of food at work.
Either way, people see me having a fairly substantial amount of food in the afternoon and start thinking that I’m always eating.