Mind I understand that you need to pay more attention to yourself, but the body and soul resist.
The alarm is desperately sour: it's already nine, how many can sleep! And I can not get unstuck from the pillow ... According to my subjective sensations, there is a deep night in the yard. Another couple of hours of immobility! .. Well, of course, that I do not work for eight, as many. But it does not save me. I do not want to move!
Strange thing: I remember what way of life I led in high school and at the institute. Remember at least that crazy New Year in the first year, when I did not sleep three nights in a row: for one wrote an essay, for the second I learned a hundred exam tickets, the third until the morning - "wild dances" in a disco ... And then all day on feet! Or in the fifth year ... After the shock party, I spent a day at the computer, performing an urgent part-time job. After that, so vigorously found out the relationship with his then boyfriend, that we ran to separate ... And, reaching, found a hot love scene.
At the same time all these years I ate, I think, exclusively pies, "intercepted" on street trays. An unhealthy lifestyle, you say? But I felt great! No sores, no depressions, enviable fun and cheerfulness. Probably, the young organism coped with any circumstances ...
Since then, I've grown older and smarter ... I think. But here I tear my head from the pillow, crawl to the bathroom - and ... Good morning, country! What do psychologists advise for the right setting for the day? Wide smile to yourself? No, smile do not smile, and the reflection in the mirror does not inspire me at all. And the muzzle is boring. And at the waist superfluous. And fatigue begins a bit early, and the general tone is not too high. Conclusion suggests: you need to take care of your health.
Bad experience
I tried ... It does not! Any physical exertion, for what sort ... You have to force yourself out of the stick. And for a long time I do not have enough. About a year and a half ago, my girlfriend lured me into the gym. "Together and more cheerful, and walking less temptation!" To walk - in the sense of chattering along the road and in the locker room - was, and it is true, not boring. But on the simulator the fun went away somewhere ... In the end, I pulled the muscle - and heard from the sports doctor: "My dear child, why did you take up your constitution with iron for iron?" Joyfully "grabbed" for his words and with a light heart forgot the way to the hall.
Then she felt ashamed of her bad form and decided to do yoga. It seemed that it suits me better: the movements are conscious, do not feel like a clockwork robot, senselessly waving limbs. She dragged her to her husband's classes ... And she left too. And my husband continues to study!
And my rug is gathering dust in the hallway - I can not force myself to sit in an intricate asana so that "the energy starts to move into the upper chakras"! ..
I tried, and swim, and run. Everywhere I have something wrong. In the pool, the smell of bleach, to the stadium is far away. But the main thing - just do not want to! "What do you want?" - Carefully ask a loved one and a friend, when I complain about my principled not sportiness. Do not torture yourself, but to return to the sofa to your favorite book - that's what! Yes, I heard: "So always with physical exertion - at first it's hard, but then how to get involved, still like it!", But ... I'm not drawn. No pleasure! I went to yoga for six months. And I'm happy that I left. True, the reflection in the mirror is still not particularly blossomed.
A barely living example
I thought: can, give up heroic attempts and live without physical education? Not all of them are sportsmen around - and somehow they are alive and more or less healthy ... But recently a vivid negative example appeared before my eyes. We with the darl took off the lodging from one lady. I thought the landlady was an old lady. On the third floor, Inna Petrovna rises half a day, it's even difficult for her to go to the store herself ... And it turned out that she does not yet have 60! Just a chronic "sofa" lifestyle affects ...
I looked narrowly and thought: after all, as you do not want to begin to turn into "ancient ruins" in a dozen years!