In the autumn melancholic days sometimes you do not want to get out of bed. And, if it is possible, I try to please myself with various tasty dishes. Cooking and eating attractive food gives me joy.
Then all this joy, too fast and large in quantity, got into my body, settles there with that kind of dead weight. Ample food does not want to fall, as if stuck somewhere in the middle of the abdomen, from which you want to eat it more … and more.
So is my autumn zhor. Then the husband begins to notice that the night has come – the food is gone. This is an exact reflection of my lifestyle in the fall, just like in winter. I prefer to eat measuredly after falling asleep to my daughter.
And if zhor falls on women’s days, then it is also a way to drown out the pain. After a week of such a feast, I begin to feel like a true pig for slaughter. So you want to squeal and grunt for a complete resemblance.
Goose pig is not a friend!
The husband, who has problems with excess weight, has a great inclination to the abdomen and fouling. But Napoleon himself may envy his will power, though at times.
And I, looking at my volitional companion of life, begin to understand that in the famous proverb the goose is him. Grunt somehow did not want to immediately, I want to poggleat with him. But it is difficult, especially when a pack of sneakers and pulls to enjoy their taste while watching the series in a quiet evening.
When a pack of sneakers ends, and the husband still eats only watermelon or vegetables before bedtime, I still want to make an important decision.
It is not so easy to deprive oneself of sweet and flour in the fall, as in other times. Autumn is the time of depressions and melancholy, of memories and sadness: I am so sensitive to the weather and the interseasonal cold in the apartment.
The nightmare, in the house there is no kefir for favorite pancakes for breakfast! Getting out to the store, I feel like a mattress with tow, rokhley with amoeba-like body. But, nevertheless, it is even the shortest walk that invigorates and refreshes me.
I still cook pancakes and pies, bake fish and rolls, but only during the day. Having fun as usual in the days of sadness and sadness. So my day is filled with pleasure.
In the evening, after 21 hours, hands reach for the refrigerator, oven and cupboard with sweets in the usual mode of the animal, accumulating fat for the winter. But I send them to the kettle, tea leaves, lemon and honey.
Loading on the left side, unloading on the right side!
It turns out, on the one hand, I as ate delicious dishes, and eat. On the other hand, the evening becomes unloading. For a couple of days of such a hunger strike (hands do not rise to write this word without quotes :-)), there is no trace of gravity in my body.
After all, usually, even in the evening, I no longer feel hungry, but I eat it only out of habit to seize the mood. Here, rather, the psychological key works, rather than the physical one. And tea with lemon and honey gives me a special pleasure and becomes an evening ritual for a few days.
And most importantly – the grunt of desire does not arise, but I want to sing like a nightingale!
P.S. Such a melancholic mood usually doesn’t last more than two weeks and no matter how much weight I get (and I don’t keep track of it at this time so as not to aggravate the condition), everything then resolves itself or I start my pleasant slimness program .