Today I will write my log in the 30 minutes I have before lunch. I want to compare my own writing before I'm in a food coma, but still write in this stream-of-thought format without much editing.
Yesterday I was walking down the street when I saw a sign outside of a pharmacy: InBody machine scan for 5 euros. I went inside and had the scan done. My body fat percentage was more or less where I estimated (10%).
Earlier in the day, the CEO said during lunchtime "Mark has the lowest body fat percentage and the highest caloric intake of the company", which is patently true. Every day we have a menú del día and I always pick the most caloric dishes along with dessert and 250ml of wine. For dinner, I usually prepare a large salad with around 400g of red meat, dressed in olive oil. I don't usually have breakfast (a concession I had to make when I observed I was starting to gain weight). I also have junk food (usually late night McDonalds or a kebab) around two times per week. I drink when I go out. I put sugar in my coffee.
All in all, it is exceptional that I keep so lean given my diet. Currently, my only exercise is yoga six times per week. People sometimes ask me how I do it: I shrug and I say I don't know.
But I really do suspect I either have an exceptional microbiome, or exceptional parasites. I've drunk a lot of raw water from the rivers in Spain, and I've lived in Mexico a large chunk of my life. I do recall getting and staying very lean after drinking water from the rivers, but this also happened during my walks in which I inevitably lose weight because of the extra caloric expenditure.
I debate whether I should study myself or just be happy with my situation. If I were to study myself, it would be so that I can tell others who struggle with weight what I'm doing differently. I would have to be dilligent counting calories to make sure I'm not deluding myself into thinking I'm eating more than I really am.
But I'm also afraid of finding parasites. I have absolutely no symptoms (namely an itchy anus), but it would be icky just knowing I'm full of worms. Whatever relationship I have with these "parasites" is symbiotic and I wouldn't want to get rid of them. But just imagining there's worms inside of me makes me uneasy.
Yesterday my mother wrote that my dad will put money towards renovating our home in Mexico. My parents are divorced and when they separated, my father left our home to my mother and his offspring (my sister, my brother and me). He still supports my mother financially, which I think he's not obligated by law (my younger sister is 43), but he's surely not obligated to improve our home, so this was really generous of him.
I just came back from lunch. The decline in my cognitive performance is remarkable. Perhaps those 250ml of wine and calorie maximization are not as innocuous as I thought. One day I will try doing the same as yesterday, but without wine and the excess calories.