How not to be a fat lazy pig - 3: bad advisers, and the ability to think

It is time, perhaps, to talk about how I have it, this lazy pig became. Perhaps this story motivates someone to further fight for their health and athletic appearance.

I was quite ordinary young Soviet man, in which considerable place to play sports life. That is, it is fair to say that I was very athletic young man - and the tragic looks my subsequent conversion. A skiing in the Carpathians, I got injured meniscus. Immediately upon his arrival in Moscow, there was a question about the operation, but smart people advised me not to do the operation: if left leg alone, after some time the meniscus srastetsya, and everything will be fine. I was glad that advice, because just went to college, and I did not relish immediately go to the hospital - could be expelled.

All winter vacation I dutifully lay in bed, and the leg really healed. For some time, however, I had to walk with a cane, but smart people say that it is a very elegantly, and that with a stick, I remind them of Pushkin. A few months passed. I threw the stick, but smart people advised her to leave - as a spicy accessory. But once home, I sat down badly, adding a folding bed, cracked meniscus and knee jammed again. Then the idea is that if you make a transaction, all the suffering will end, but smart people They advised me to leave everything as it is, because the surgeon's scalpel can make me a lifetime lame. On the advice of smart people, I have compiled a list of the rules - what not to do when sick meniscus, and learned by heart the list.

On the operating table, I fell into a state of unconsciousness, because unable to dodge sharply to leave due to the rotation of the machine. If I had time to do the operation, now with the knee would be all right, and I just jumped to the side; but when the car appeared in front of my nose, in my head, instead of the normal reaction "bounce" came one of the rules drawn up by smart people, stating that it is impossible to jump from a meniscus.

A month later, I left the hospital - this time on crutches, having received advice of the surgeon: every day hard to move despite the pain in his leg and swollen, like an orange, knee. But smart people only laughed: "If you want to place in the injured you have developed a cancer, then, of course, have to move a little more!"

Frightened by the terrible prognosis, I resolutely threw crutches ulegshis in bed, trying not to move bad leg. When the leg healed, and I got out of bed, it turned out that it does not bend. But smart people advised me to apply to the knee wool moistened with alcohol, which should result in the joint in order.

I asked intelligent people, not better to gradually start moving? They replied that if I want to remain disabled for life, of course, better.

- It seems you are trying to demotivate me - I suggested hesitantly.

- demotivated? - snorted smart people. - And what is it? In Russian there is no such word!

Several years have passed. The list of what can not be done, become irrelevant, because now it was impossible to do nothing at all. In addition to all the I operated my leg suddenly terribly thin, and all its mass if moved to the stomach. But smart people have advised me to drink a decoction of bladder wrack, which reduces appetite. He decreased appetite, but I have become to swell like a balloon. That is, the inverse proportion: the lower the appetite, the more the ball. But smart people say that to me now knocked tridtsatnik, and at this age is perfectly normal razdvizheniya breadth - as a young man is transformed into a man. Moreover razdvizheniya it is very important for a man his whole appearance should show that he is well-being, calm and well nourished.

"The man," I turned thirty-five: vyper stomach so that we had to buy clothes XXL, leg before become different that again had to resort to the services of the cane, her cheeks hung limply, almost touching his shoulders, the pupils had disappeared in the folds of fat person. The "conclusion misadventures" in one day on my healthy knee cracked and broken meniscus, unable to bear the body weight.

Smart people again want to say something, but I chased them away, promising himself soon find the answer to the question: what to do to stop being lazy pig fat, which I turned into.

On the same day I heard the amazing words that motivated me for life. They said Rina Green mouth of his immortal turtle Tortilla.

- Young friend, always be young, you do not hurry to grow up, be cheerful, cocky, loud! To fight is necessary - as Fight! You never know peace, cry and laugh at random! - Tortilla said, and added sadly: - I am with such a hundred years ago was itself.

- And it would have remained to this day, if I had not listened demotivators - I answer her now.