I was 34 years old when I realized that I had turned into a fat lazy pig. I began to develop shortness of breath, my heart, joints hurt. But the main motive to change my life is a fright after I saw my face in a photo in the company of friends.. Then I vowed to find a way to get out of this situation..

I'm shoveling out of the hole The first thing I did was look at myself from the side. The sight was terrible. In an apartment littered with endless souvenirs stuck to the walls and shelves; stuffed with furniture; filled with papers, books and things (for future use - suddenly needed), sat a clumsy overweight man.

When this man walked into the kitchen, which was cramped from cabinets with dishes and unnecessary utensils, and opened the refrigerator stuffed with food, his hands trembled from weakness and chronic hunger.. The general state could be described as follows: panic and depression. I did not understand what was happening to me, I could not control my life.

Everything around was calling somewhere, tearing apart: the posters on the walls - on vacation, which I could not go on due to employment; Souvenirs, paintings and old gifts, placed in the corners - at a time in which it is no longer possible to return; refrigerator - for eating and for subsequent rest. And the voices on the phone insisted that I crawl off the couch, crawl to the table and get to work..

So here's what I did to not get torn apart. I turned off my phone. Then I set about destroying everything that called me to something, everything that I was once associated with.. I took out souvenirs and mementos, unnecessary books and magazines, all things from the category of “suddenly needed” to the trash; threw half the furniture out of the house; cleaned the kitchen not only from trash, but also from food and even dishes, leaving only the most necessary.

It was the craziest action in my life.

A few days later I found myself in a clean empty apartment with pristine white walls, outside the windows of which the February snow was also pristine white.. In the office - a table and an office chair; in the bedroom - bed and linen closet. In the empty kitchen, the white inside of the refrigerator opened up in front of me, where there were only those products that were simple and understandable for awareness: milk, eggs, butter, meat, oranges. In a white kitchen cabinet - bread and wine.

And a miracle happened. The boundaries that bound me have been erased and the ties that bind me have been broken.. Before, when I went outside, a mysterious magnet pulled me back to my " Now my empty house let me go and I just wandered through the snowy streets. There has been no mention of sports yet.. But what was important was that suddenly I became completely free!

And at home, the flat surface of the desk was waiting for me, on which lay only the necessary. Calling to mind a clean desktop and a white sheet of paper on its surface, I gradually began to understand what the most important document in life I need to write.

I decided to develop and sign an agreement with myself on favorable terms. Here's what I got:.

Job.

From now on, I only take on what is clear and understandable to me.. Let them fire me, but I resolutely refuse to do what infuriates me internally. I don't want to live in a frenzy.

Street.

Since I have to (like many here) work " And not for two hours once a day, but like this: he did something sensible - he got up and left. At least for five minutes, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I work at home or in the office.. No office now has such ferocious laws so that a person cannot go out into the street.. And not on a smoke break, but on the street!

Smoking.

From now on, I do not smoke anywhere, especially at my desk.. Smoking area at home - balcony. Very uncomfortable place in winter; and this is a plus: you won’t stay there for a long time. A cigarette will also be a reward: for working and then walking down the street. It is in this sequence: work - street - cigarette. As a result, a pack a day dropped to five cigarettes: returning from the street, I rushed to my desk, forgetting about smoking.

Food.

In no case do I starve myself, but I share a clear boundary between the words eat and eat. I only eat food that I understand.. That is, a huge cheburek with no one knows what and no one knows from where I replace it with something simple, natural, clean, close to nature. But I replace the “tuna salad with crabs, potatoes, mayonnaise, pineapples, apples, eggs, chicken meat and green peas” close to nature with something from this list - eclecticism is difficult to perceive. I’ll make a reservation right away: this is not about meager food, but about making the food on the plate easy to perceive.

Alcohol.

From this day on, it's not food, it's medicine. The medicine helps if it is dosed in a certain way.. And in fact: beer flushes the body, cognac dilates blood vessels, wine relieves stress. But only in reasonable, conscious doses.

I am in the future.

I put in front of me in a prominent place a photograph of myself in five years, which I look at and equal to. It could be Brad Pitt or someone I admire; but under the contract it's me in five years. You can laugh, but the body in some incomprehensible way reads the matrix from my ideal, applying it to itself.

Me and my loved ones.

I promise not to draw you into my exciting game, but by personal example I will show that the way I live, it is useful and interesting to live. Don't get sucked in because our biorhythms may not match. We agreed from the very beginning: the wife goes out when it is convenient for her; I go out when it suits me. If our walks coincide, this is a great happiness..

But in any case, do not stand at the door and do not whine: “Maybe you will go? Look how great it is! » The same goes for a joint meal - this is the most piquant point in family relationships: \? You won't eat my pie? You don't love me and you never did! » From the very beginning, we decided: no action “for the company”. Together only if our desires coincide.

Six months later, among the pot-bellied ones like me, I was known as a “unsociable” person, because I didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and didn’t go to bars “for the company”. Although we all loved to meet in the cafe-bars of Tula. At the same time, I began to work very productively, and on the street there was enough energy to run a couple of meters.. It was then that I met the same athletes who shouted: “Man, if you want to run, buy sneakers! "

I am 52 years old in this photo..

I say this not in order to get more comments on the topic “what a fine fellow I am”, but because there are no such words as “I’m already over...”, “it’s too late to drink Borjomi” or “everything is lost”. The main thing is to want and... get high from life.

The moral of this story is simple: everything that surrounds us is also inside us, in our soul.. Chaos around us creates chaos inside our body. Our body cannot function properly in chaos..

Yuri Balabanov cluber. com. ua.

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