People without motivation

 Women who voluntarily exhausting themselves in gyms, make me a sense of admiration and nepodedelnogo same genuine envy. It would seem that what is there to envy: I bought a subscription to the gym and train health. But no! Let us imagine that two or three times a week I have to leave her husband, cat, customers, 100 people in the ICQ contact list and go to the magic factory where rubber stamp slender, smart women with flat stomach and buttocks tight, I scratched his head and start otmazku.Otmazok look at the person with atrophied motivation - a million, from bad weather and ending with "burning" project.

- What does not converge jeans? - Husband chuckled, seeing as I retractor stomach, trying to fasten the zipper.
- No, dear, come together, just jeans has the ability to sit down after washing - I grunted.

Laundry washing, but look husband was so bitchy, I seriously think about, and whether it is time to overcome the worst of all his vices - laziness and join the ranks of those who do not care what it looks like their mortal shell. No sooner said than done. Shoveled a pile of magazines and chat with friends, I realized that tear your ass off the couch to which it is firmly stuck in the five years of marriage, it is not so simple. This requires a clear motivation and nothing else. "Think, not that invented" - I said firmly, and sat down to come up with motivation.

I thought an hour or two a week, occasionally coming to the mirror and trying to find a clear flaw that would make me shudder with horror and run, sparkling heels, a nearby gym. There was virtually no flaws. Ascetic Body type: Skinny. In a measure proportional to the feet and hands, slightly thin, but not enough to spoil the overall picture. Small tummy, which can be masked by tightening the belt tighter. Flabby muscles and hunched back - hello office employees work. Cellulite in the initial stage - and you heartfelt greetings, beer producers. In general, a woman and a woman myself: no better, but no worse than the others.

- Well, find motivation? - Asked a friend who called to ask if I wanted to join her group of fans of aerobics.
- No, not found. I do not have an incentive, there is no point.
- A health? You're slouching and complain of pain in the spine. Come on, nothing motivation?
- I do not know - I stretched lazily - Some lack of motivation.
- I know you have to spend money. Buy good running shoes, suit for training, and then pay a subscription to some expensive club. At once the motivation and will. In addition, the sport as a drug. Vtyaneshsya so that the ears will not drag.

The next day my husband and I went to buy shoes and clothes for sports. Long and meticulously chosen. Cheapskate wife screamed that buy the cheapest and unpretentious, generous soul - my husband insisted that it is necessary to buy expensive and quality. From the tenth store we went with a big brand name bag and a firm intention to apply for a divorce.
- Now I just go to the gym - I sighed, looking at the check, which was knocked out my salary for two months.

And I went. In one of the most expensive fitness centers in the city. Gritting his teeth had paid a month in advance, talked with the coach and ran home screaming, "Sergei, I want this figure." Sergei blinked and smiled an enigmatic smile sphinx.

-A Week I was in a spacious room and admired his reflection in the mirror. "Let's go," - said the coach and kerf unsophisticated dance music. The first ten minutes I frisky limbs jerk, smiling happily fellow sufferers. When it came to turning, playfulness vanished.
- Something wrong? - Asked the coach, watching the way I'm better, I spin helplessly looking around.
- Yeah, right, I retrained lefty, it's difficult to immediately figure out where the left and right where - I sighed.

On exercises in the position of "lying" I finally relaxed, though not for long.
- Prytkina, keep up, Come on, pull feet - screaming coach.
- And-and-and, - I made an effort.
- Hee-hee, - looked at each other girls, watching as I tried in vain to pull the legs off the floor.

After the training, I realized that the drug has no effect on me. Muscle ache, customers lyutuyut husband and cat unhappy lack dinner. Sheer frustration and no euphoria. The second lesson I missed for a valid reason. "I can not even move my foot, I lactic acidosis" - I groaned, trying to slide off the couch.

On the third - I trailed with a sense of going to prison Decembrists. "Vtyaneshsya sport as a drug" - sounded in my ears the words of a friend. "Why do you need, Prytkina? Just admit that you spent the money for nothing and lowly "- broadcast voice of reason. "Right, right, it is not necessary, because it is lazy, who likes to lie on the couch with a laptop on the belly" - her husband's voice chuckled.

But bad soldier who does not dream of becoming a general. Stifle the voice of rhythmic music, I began to do the exercises. This time I was able to lift his legs a little higher, to hit a swinging girlfriend sufferers who approached me too close, and understand that the left side is the one that near the window.

- Well, how? - Asked her husband for dinner.
- No, - I grumbled - Something does not take me this drug.

The fourth lesson I missed again. And then the fifth and sixth. "It's not for me, I will go to the pool," - I said, when the husband asked why I lay on the couch, instead of working in the hall.

And I went to the pool. Went a couple of times and realized that to shove into the pool in the winter - a real crime. In the water is cold, wet in the shower in the locker room all for a hairdryer.

After the pool were a class of Tai Chi Chuan, the dream of yoga and wushu and much more. "I will do at home, I'm so easily! "- I sighed and hid tracksuit in a corner cabinet.

I am engaged in the third year. That Pilates, but gymnastics Tibetan monks, the aerobics. Every morning I vowed to myself that I wake up at nine, follow an exercise program, take a cold shower and proceed to work quickly, like a flock of young bison. At nine rings alarm. "Morning in the forest" immortal Edvard Grieg reminds us that it is time to move crooked under a blanket carcass from the couch to the floor. I crook further and removed the alarm clock at ten. Ten persistent Edward reiterates its reminder in vain appealing to my conscience. I put out from under the blanket his head, frowning and removed the alarm clock on eleven. At eleven Edward begging me to wake up, threatening penalties from customers. I finally get out, take a shower, drink coffee and sit down at the computer. What kind of exercise, when the mailbox is littered with dozens of letters that require an immediate response.

From time to time I find some miracle complexes that make otsizhennye ass priests in the top models in just 10 minutes a day. Having estimated that ten minutes is not too much, I print complex and begin to do the exercises. Typically, after a few days, I feel lazy. And I miss a day, then two, three, and soon forget about the complex and begin to look for a new one. In parallel, looking for true motivation and believe that with her appearance, everything in my life changed. I wonder whether that doroguschy tracksuit bought.

Emil Prytkina

Tags: motivation, figure