Thin herrings are the dream of our loved ones

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Male view of the problem of excess weight in women

I don't know - who came up with the top models, who gave birth to them and raised them like that. Thin herrings are the dream of our loved ones. And who decided that they should be liked by us! By the way, all the depression and hassle is precisely from hunger, well, remember - the baby screams - they immediately shove his chest (if the baby is older, they shove a chocolate bar), and everyone is happy and everyone is calm.

My older sister terrorized the whole family - at first it was the study of fashion magazines: diets and gymnastics for weight loss, then it got worse - diet was replaced by curative fasting, and simple gymnastics - yoga. My sister sat all day in the lotus position and ate a grain of rice for breakfast, two for lunch, three for dinner, and the next day, on the contrary, in descending order. Then she began to talk about sessions with a hypnotist who "kills" the feeling of hunger. Frightened for my sister, I brought home a friend - a medical student, declaring him the greatest hypnotist, he made some passes, whispered mysterious incantations, and late at night, getting up to smoke, I saw a magical picture `` a la Vasisualy Lokhankin '' - my beloved sister ate pilaf from the cauldron with her hands, spat out the rice, and ate the meat with pleasure. On this, thank God, everything returned to normal.

But later in my life there was an even greater shock. I had an affair with a girl Nadezhda. By this time I was already living separately, and she often visited me. Nadezhda is a girl at home, striving to create comfort and build a nest. She threw out all the rubbish and garbage, brought curtains, napkins, vases, wicker baskets. Soft bread, sugar, cookies, marmalade, sweets, condensed milk, chocolate paste, chips, etc. and so on appeared in the house. All this arose gradually, and, as the crown of everything, Nadya herself appeared and remained. I remember the first week of our life together with morning coffee with cream, sandwiches with butter, cheese and sausage, as well as eclairs during nighttime smoke breaks.

But the second week will never leave my memory! It began, as everything bad begins, on Monday. Imagine, I come home a little damp and cold, having quarreled with the authorities, and I see a terrible inscription in red marker on the refrigerator door -. The same color on the sugar bowl - and on the breadbasket - I was trying to joke that we still do not have enough inscriptions over the bed. To which Nadya replied that she signed up for a fashion training so that she would be coded from sweet buns. According to Nadya's further stories, it would be possible to shoot horror films. The poor girl was put into a trance and instilled in her complete horror. As if Nadka is sitting at a festive table, cuts off a piece of cake and eats it. People at the table say toasts, drink, and Nadka again cuts off a piece of cake and eats it, then she pushes the whole cake for herself and eats it in complete silence with her hands, loudly munching, choking on cream, and everyone sitting at the table looks at her with condemnation …

Having before my eyes the experience of a starving sister, I hopefully (with Nadezhda) expected a breakdown and always kept the most delicious and tempting food in my house. But the breakdown happened unexpectedly. Nadya's parents invited us to their silver wedding. And so, during the most touching toast, when all the ladies wiped their eyes and quietly blew their nose into handkerchiefs, Nadezhda grabbed the "wedding cake" and began to devour it without a knife or fork, when I dragged her from the "crime scene" to the bathroom to wash and to clean the dress, Nadezhda smiled rather and wearily, saying: "I did it after all!" … And then again they went for breakfast buns and coffee with cream.

When I told my friend these two stories, he said that this is not the worst possible option. In his life, there was a breathtaking romance with a young, but already famous actress, and so, they parted very quickly, and on his initiative. When I asked "Why?", He admitted that he could not get used to what she thinks all the time:

- What, is he counting money?

- No, I would have lived through that, she counts calories all the time, sometimes out loud, she knows how many calories are in beer, and how many are in champagne, and she also says that it is very useful to have sex, since so much is lost the same calories as when chopping wood.

When I honestly told her that I would not mind if she recovered a little, let her just sit quietly in a restaurant for one evening, she was mortally offended, and when I came to her next day to apologize with sweets and champagne, she simply decided that I'm kidding …

Well, diets are okay, diets are a home matter, but all these women's shaping, fitness and other aerobics clubs scare me even more thoroughly. At home - even before our eyes, we will not let die of complete exhaustion, and all these clubs are just sects. A woman, when she goes there, comes back completely different. And it would be okay outwardly, she changes internally, she has some kind of separate life begins, and let her chirp that she is trying to be beautiful only for you - why try to be beautiful for you, you saw her in every way … Do not believe - she is preparing for a new life …

And then, let's be honest, what is most appreciated? Naturalness, it is always in vogue! And for the width of the waist, fashion is changeable, before, my grandmother told me, they put pads in order to seem more figured, but now it's the other way around. A girl who puts so much effort into it (even moves the barbell) and takes so much torment (after 6 pm she only eats raw carrots) and everything in order to seem fragile - it's a real pity.

Of course, a sweet, slender girl always pleases the eye, but if you think that seven sweats have gone from her in the gym to achieve this harmony, and at night seven streams of tears are shed to refuse dinner … And so, if in moderation and wisely, maybe I myself would have lost weight …

Vladimir Arkusha