- In general, you are healthy. But I would pay special attention to extra weight ...
My excess weight? If there was a thunder and the heavens opened, it would be no more surprised. Yes, I am the easiest of all who work in the kindergarten "Camomile"! Well, yes, there is a little bit of fat on the abdomen and thighs, and my hands are not thin, but this is not the reason for panic, and certainly not a reason to sit down on a diet! And the therapist meanwhile mercilessly continued:
- Urgently need to lose weight! After all, you are only thirty-five years old, and ten kilograms already gained extra pounds. My advice to you is: do not eat after six, drink more water, give up ...
I fell into a stupor. The list of prohibited products was reminiscent of the list of indemnities that must be paid to the winning party in the war. War with your own body? Alas! While I'm clearly losing in it. Having made such a disappointing conclusion from the list, I went out into the reception room on the cotton feet and fell down theatrically on the chair nearest from the doors. I got a cell phone from the bag and dialed my husband's number. Andrei did not answer. "That's always the case. I find out that I'm seriously ill, and he's busy! "- poured out her soul to the old woman that she was sitting next to her. She reproachfully shook her head, agreeing with me: they say, oh, these guys, they never exist, when they need ...
Who should complain about life? I called my sister Lyudmila. If it were not for the extreme need to speak out, she would not have turned to her for anything! My sister answered after the first beep. Not having listened to the inconsistent monologue that now I was even hanging out, because nothing good and pleasant in life is no longer shining, Lyudka rudely interrupted me:
"Come to your senses, Natashka." Her low voice sounded sharp. "Do you have any more problems?" Do you want me to tell you about my sores? I have a bigger list of yours. But do you know about this? You are not interested in anyone except yourself, beloved!
I was not surprised by her ruthless rant. Humbleness is the second and, it seems, the real name of my sister.
"Okay, let's finish," I said in an offended tone. "I'll call Andrew again, maybe he's already free and will talk to me!" The mention of her husband pissed Lyudka to frenzy:
"Well, leave him alone!" She yelled. - Poor man! Durekha got married! Do not score Andryukha's head with your stupidities! And she does not. A couple of extra kilos does not matter at all, but it's a nuisance ...
And why am I waiting for empathy from Lyudka? Remaining an old maid, she just envies me, that's why she is angry. Frustrated and offended by the whole white world, she dragged herself home. Hardly waited for her husband from work.
"What do we have for dinner, little mouse?" He asked as he crossed the threshold. Appetite in the faithful has always been excellent. He was shoving all that, and no matter how I cooked. But this time I had to disappoint him.
The young doctor said sternly: "You need an urgent diet on the diet. You already have gained ten kilograms.
"Nothing," she sniffed, hinting that she was about to glow. - We, Andryush, from today on a diet ... The word "we" singled out intonation. No, with the weight of her husband was all right, I would even say that Andrew was mine in this issue was a little in the red. Here to him a couple of kilograms would not have prevented it. It is a pity that it is impossible to pick up the hateful fat in some magical way, but to add to it. They would have killed two birds with one stone at a time ... When she was walking home from the polyclinic, she imagined that her husband would overeat the cutlets and cakes while I was forced to give up my favorite delicacies with a huge effort of will. This is unfair! As they say in the oath of husband and wife? "Together in joy and sorrow ..." So let "in sorrow" and support me. So decided the fate of his wife. With tears in my eyes, I told my husband the advice of the therapist.
- You understand, Andryusha, the doctor says that we need to change the diet. Starting tomorrow, we are starting a new life. In our house, from now on, only healthy food is eaten, - in a tone that does not tolerate objections, I summed up the result.
The next day I went to the supermarket . Proudly passed by the meat department, passed the queue to the sausage, turned away from the range of confectionery shelves and, braking for a minute near the fish section, effort of will moved herself further. Near the shelves with dietary products was deserted. "People do not think about their health!" - rather, with envy than regret, she concluded. Low-fat yogurt, milk, kefir, low-calorie bread, soy patties and a mixture of cereal ... As it turned out, the products cost oh as expensive! And I, naive, still wanted to save on them. In the evening I fed my husband a soy steak and salad, which in a hurry, I think, even forgot to fill with vegetable oil.
Andrew quietly smothered everything , washed down tea without sugar and seemed to be pleased.
- Well, how? Delicious? - specified compassionately, with an effort swallowing another leaf of lettuce.
- Of course! My husband jumped up from the table, apparently fearing that I would force him to eat another supplement. "I think I'll go into the garage ..."
Two days later a sister visited us. She (I bet on the eclair!) Deliberately picked up the time and showed up just before dinner. Seeing on the table bread and a salad of carrots, Lyudka categorically demanded an explanation from me.
"Are you going to feed this husband?"
"Yes," she confirmed timidly. "Diet ..."
"You want Andrei to lose weight, too?" No, look at who he looks like, poor fellow ... - She pulled her husband in the middle of the room and began to twist them. "Only skin and bones!" You decided to starve the miserable creature ?! When we were left alone, I reproached my husband for the position of non-interference.
"You did not stand up for my defense!" Lyudka insulted me in every way, but you were silent! You were with her at the same time! Traitor! The second week of our new life was drawing to a close. I suffered immensely. The bread was stuck in my throat, from one type of oatmeal, I lost appetite ... I imagined that my husband would overeat the cutlets and cakes, and I had to give up the tasty ...
We'll go on a diet both!
I dreamed of juicy pelmeni in hot sauce, tender cakes with air cream, and for one single chocolate would give all the soy patties in the world. I was starving and suffering, and my Andrey, it seemed, did not suffer at all! He ate everything I cooked, without a word of reproach, without protest. For the first time in my life, I regretted that my husband was so amiable. "It would have been better if he had pounded his fist on the table, demanded a grilled chicken and favorite cakes ... - thought with longing. "They would have gorged from the heart and forgot about losing weight!" But her husband was silent as a partisan during the interrogation, so the torture was over by the diet for the third week already. However, there were also positive moments of starvation. Something brightened in my head, and I suddenly began to notice what had slipped away from my well-fed eyes. Recently, my husband later came home from work. In the evenings, he no longer walked sadly around the apartment, occasionally hypnotizing the refrigerator, but quietly read the newspaper on the couch. But the main thing is that the diet did not spoil the good mood! I, naturally, inquired about the causes of such metamorphosis. The husband laughed:
"Natasha, are not you jealous?" - he hugged me, kissed my ear and explained. "I'm delayed because I'm taking extra work, I'm already getting used to the lenty grubs, and the mood is excellent ... because I have a wonderful wife, a nice apartment and a good job." "What else does a person need to meet the old age with dignity?" Andryusha gave a quote from his favorite film. I did not say anything, but I did not believe it. The liver felt: something was unclean! The next day she followed her husband. He left work at six, and at the age of fifteen, he was already approaching the house where my sister lives!
"So that's how it means ... Here they are with me ..." gasped for anger and humiliation. -
Andrew changes me? To me?! And with whom?! With my sister! Traitor! "We had to admit it. Although two hours ago I would have believed that I was leading a family tree from Queen Margot, but not that my kind, resigned Andryusha would decide to change me. Well, I'll arrange for them Bartholomew's night! Jumping over two steps, flew to the sixth floor without an elevator. Near Lyudkina apartment she caught her breath and already wanted to call, but in time noticed that the door was not locked. "And I'm conspirators too!" Andryushkino's coat was resting on the hangers of the hangers, the shoes modestly waited for the master in the corner of the hallway. "And at home with my husband you will not question the order!" - I thought evilly, threw my bag aside and rushed headlong into the kitchen, from where pleased voices of lovers came.
- What are you doing here ?! - I screamed from the doorstep and ... dumbfounded. Lyudmila, girded with a bright apron, was busy near the stove, and my husband was eating dinner with might and main. On the plate in front of him, a slide lay roast potatoes, the top of which was decorated with a huge chop. Andrew just poddel her fork, and so it froze in fright. There was a pause. I, stunned by what I saw, leaned against the door jamb. The husband suddenly came to life and frantically, biting off large pieces of meat, began to eat. The butter mixed with juice ran down my chin, and a few drops fell on the sweater that I gave to the New Year. Without being distracted by such trifles, the spouse in the blink of an eye finished off the chop, nervously sighed and hungrily set to work on the cooling potatoes. He seemed to be afraid that I would take such a coveted dinner. And Lyudka, having come to her senses, turned to me and warily asked:
- How does it - what does it do? - And, mean, she put her hands on her hips. "Do not you see it for yourself?" The man is having supper. No, she still asks! Has planted for some reason on a diet and has not thought, whether longly the muzhik will stretch on such grubs. The poor man was barely able to stand on his feet. If it were not for me, you would not have a husband: either would have died, or filed for divorce! So, honey, thank you for keeping your marriage! Andrew, setting a record of high-speed eating, swallowed the last piece of potatoes, put down the plate and stood up.
He had the kind of intruder.
"Natasha, I ... this ... had a bite." But I ... "Her husband's vocabulary suddenly ended. In addition, he began to hiccup loudly. While waiting for the spanking, Andrei looked at me with mute despair and tears in his eyes. I have already gained air to make a scandal ... But suddenly changed my mind. Funny, fouled with grease, guiltless guilt caused me a feeling of embarrassment and shame. Meanwhile, the sister, holding the ladle at the ready, boldly went on the attack.
- Are not you ashamed?! - Began to chide me, stroking Andrew hurling through the hair, like a little boy. Look at what you brought him to!
My husband suddenly stopped hiccupping. Evidently, with even more fright. "Yeah, really, I brought the guy. Secretly running to the left to eat ... Tell someone - they will not believe and laugh, "I thought with belated repentance.
"I'm sorry, Andryush," she sank heavily to the stool. - For this diet ... And in general, for all sorry ... Sister and husband were taken aback. They expected anything: reproaches, scandal, smashing utensils, but not my sincere repentance.
I took a deep breath of the smell of meat, fried potatoes with onions, and even dizzy with shame and hunger.
- You know what, my sister, put me and normal food, - asked Lyudmila, eagerly devouring a pan with chops ...