I've always been thin! The boy's narrow hips and thin waist came from my mother. And up to 30 they were not afraid of either grandmother's pies or New Year's salads. I ate whatever I wanted, when I wanted and where I wanted - even in the cafes near the station (just to nobody). My body endured gastronomic disgrace for a very long time, and in the fourth decade it took and said hello with characteristic barrels and rounded buttocks. No, I was still wearing the standard XS, but the figure was far from ideal. That's when the realization came: it's time to find a place for sports in your schedule.
How i do it
I belong to the category of people who do not get pleasure from food prepared according to all the rules of a healthy lifestyle. And no matter how they try to convince me that dry chicken breast with broccoli is delicious, my body is depressed at the prospect of such a dinner. As for me, it is better to have one risotto with boletus than five methods of writing, similar in taste to paper. And yet I always fit this risotto into my daily calorie intake without creating a surplus.
The only thing that did not fit into my daily routine for a long time was training. My relationship with sports looked something like this.
Brain: "Natasha, you are 33, nobody canceled the force of gravity"
Body: "Now I will sleep for another 10 minutes and go for a subscription."
Brain: "I should be ashamed"
Body: "I'll go tomorrow"
And that "tomorrow" never came.
More precisely, not so. Twice a month I came to my trainer in the form of a beaten dog and with an unhappy air endured all sports bullying over my body, and the next day I could not lift a finger.
Once Julia could not stand it and asked: "Natasha, do you have no time or desire?" I honestly answered that I just can't afford to spend at least 9 hours of my life a week visiting the gym. And then she offered an alternative - home workouts. Wrinkling my nose contemptuously and adding maximum skepticism to my voice, I said: "What are you doing, I can only under supervision - self-discipline in this regard is completely absent." After ten minutes of persuasion, she agreed. And we did it! Now I consciously and regularly train 5 times a week. Here's how I managed to tame my laziness.
Rule # 1: don't use the elevator
The first thing we decided to start with was the refusal of the elevator. I live on the 9th floor. And walking up the stairs perfectly shakes the buttocks. After the first week, I got a taste. The feeling that you have taken the path of a healthy lifestyle is indescribable.
Rule # 2: Try an Online Marathon
This option is good for those who want to lose weight - there are like-minded people who actively encourage each other. But I chose another option. Every morning I receive a training video from Yulia, and after completion I send a report. The main thing in my case is to put on sneakers, and then everything goes on as usual.
Rule # 3: Choose a Comfortable Workout Time
Exercising in the morning is an impossible task for me. This I realized after unsuccessful attempts to get up at 7 am. A week later, I stopped this useless activity and set myself a reminder at 19.00. Ideally!
Rule # 4: form
Many of my friends say that they almost wear a dressing gown at home. Leave the robes! At home, as in the gym, you need to wear a uniform and put on sneakers - so on a psychological level, you get the feeling that everything is not in vain.
Rule # 5: reward
And I'm not joking now. My option is food, as monstrous as it sounds. Have you practiced? Welcome to the incredible Veal Pies place. No? Hello chicken breast.
Rule # 6: Track Progress
And it shouldn't be measured on a scale. I don’t know about you, but my best motivator is a subtle hint of cubes that begin to appear in the second week of effective work.
Rule # 7: Don't Think Long
For me it looks like this: go home, having eaten a banana on the way to the door, take off your clothes, put on your uniform and immediately proceed to the coach's assignment. If a phone, a cat and a laptop suddenly appear on this path, insurmountable difficulties may arise.
And the last thing. Realize one simple thing: the butt itself does not become elastic, the triceps and abs also do not appear on their own. And if at 50 you want to look like Jennifer Lopez, get yourself a pocket coach.
