Today I was eating too much.
The problem was two things:
1. For lunch I got double portion on my plate, even the others told it's a lot. It was 1100 calories, meat mixed with rice. Portion control - I already do this habit, so I think the good solution would have been just to throw away the half of it.
2. A colleague put a half a kilo gummy bear pack on the coffee table, and during the coffee break, I ate a few pieces. Those few pieces were 100g, and 330 kcal in fact, when I checked afterwards.
And, because my stomach needs the volume, I still ate a lot. After my run, I ate a lot of fresh fruits and salads, but still, way over my budget.
The daily 10K was very difficult to start, I was tired, resistance, zero willingness. I took about 20 min to finally get going, but once I was there, I was unstoppable. And I finished with an average of 6 min/km (10K in 1h 0min), despite the many uphill, about 1/3 of the distance was up. When returned home, my friend told me I look like completely changed. When I left I looked like "brain-dead", and now smiling and energetic. This running is a real therapy!
The sad-ness was still there, but much less, fading away. I didn't focus on this too much.
Another experience from today:
During lunch, I took my scale to measure my food as always. Then a colleague asked how much I lost already, what is my goal etc. (now I target to reach the middle range in BMI) and then the usual "I know better then you, you are stupid the way you do it," type bla-bla started.
He explained to me that my goal of targeting the middle BMI is stupid, the BMI in itself is stupid, it was invented for the insurance industry and is not accurate.
I was very disappointed to listen to this for minutes, especially during lunch, which should be a break, but then it was tiring.
So I didn't say a word, in the end of the monologue I sent a small active listening sentence "so you think targeting the BMI is not a wise thing", and I left it there. As he was superior in hierarchy to me, I didn't really want to confront. And I'm sure it was of good willingness, it might even be true; but it was not helpful for me at all that is sure, too.
And my new Nikes, I just love them. For the last 1K, I even speeded up, uphill! I was feeling so great!
A few K away from Gelisdorf: