eating at work

Is not easy. Most of the times I eat during lunch in our faculty room, with my colleagues. I really like that time, as I am lucky to work with a really good bunch of people, so this short break is filled with snarkiness, laughter, serious advice and discussions, small talk... A real break. The problem is that everyone sees what the others are eating. A few of my colleagues are taking dieting very seriously, either weight watchers or main stream understanding of "healthy diet", filled with carbs, low on fat and so on. A few times I engaged in a discussion about nutrition, but I gave up on it and simply sit and work on ignoring when they talk about the new system of weight watchers or low-fat low-calories bs.
But unfortunately it doesn't end there. They have to comment on my food. When I bring things like fish balls or similar then it's fine, the problem begins on the days I bring last-minute lunch, like hard boiled eggs with a small can of smoked sardines. or just eggs. They just can't stand the image of me eating four boiled eggs at once. They stuff themselves with ready to microwave "healthy" pockets, amy's and other crap with the list of ingredients longer than some of my students' essays. But then they ask "aren't you worried about your cholesterol?" to which I generally say simply "no". When I got annoyed with another question of that kind, I said, "You wish you had the cholesterol levels I have". Another time I eat my eggs (btw, we can't have meat at work, that's why it's more difficult to just bring leftovers) another lady doesn't even ask, but states "one of these days you will have a heart attack". Really? Because as much as being overweight is not necessarily a sure tell-all about the person's health, being obese gets much closer to that. And she is far beyond the chubbiness or normal roundness of a woman after giving birth or simply regular, average. I look and behave healthy, I am active and never complained of any health issues other than allergies. I don't think she knows about my Fibromyalgia, so in general I think I look healthy. But based on the fact of me eating four eggs (and rebelliously stating that sometimes I eat up to eight eggs a day) she is sure I eat unhealthy and am killing myself slowly.

I try to keep my mouth shut, because I don't like to be preached to myself either. And I don't want to look like a typical zealous neophyte. I was eating crap just a year ago... but I wasn't telling others what to eat, or that they are killing themselves.

There was only one person who approached me later on and simply stated that she was curious as to why I wasn't worried about my cholesterol. Now that is an intelligent approach. Ask for information, think about it and then make a judgment. I told her how much better I feel, how great my blood work came up, and summarized the basic minimum of the evolutionary argument. I gave her the Primal Solution, and probably will give her Good Calories, Bad Calories, because she asked why the "main stream" preaches something so opposed to what I was saying. I don't try to pretend I know everything, I don't have a background in science, I have troubles with explaining all the details... But I understood enough to feel good about my choices. And the results speak for themselves.

dealing with heavy workload

I work a lot. This year I teach one extra course, which really made a huge difference. While at school I often have no spare time to even make a cup of coffee. I use each and every minute for prep. And even though I have great kids who cause much less stress than some of the last year's students, I am stressed all the time about slipping. I worry I forget something crucial, I fall behind with grading, prepare day by day, with very blurred vision of big picture of each class.
All of that drains me. I come back home tired, don't feel like doing anything. Often I have something extra to do anyway... All of that caused me to slip with my healthy lifestyle. In the past month I worked out maybe.. three times? I started to have cravings for chocolate, and because there is somewhat of a soft spot for dark chocolate among the primal community, I let myself indulge... too much.
I am trying to get back at least with eating right. But I feel I need to get back on the wagon with exercising. I just... don't feel like. *sigh*. Maybe it's a winter thing?