Читать книгу 📗 "The memoirs of a Russian schoolboy (СИ) - Нигматулин Марат "Московский школьник""

After sitting for a few minutes in a daze with this thought, I got up and went to the closets, the doors of which were decorated with mirrors, looking at myself through their reflection: in the latter I saw a really pretty chubby boy, which simply brought me into some horror. Mike tightly crammed my huge sides and protruding belly, which even a little got out from under it, which completely upset me; then I took off my tank top and training and looked at myself without it: I was horrified even more, for it became clear to me that it was still more neglected.

Very chubby cheeks, like a hamster, a small second chin, relatively recently started to grow, fat on the chest, a huge amount on his back, thick and weak hands without a little muscle, huge sides and belly just hung over the elastic pants, of which almost fell out  a giant seat, from which went down thick, fat-swollen legs. I ate a terrible strain of all the harmful food that was on my table, and then, with difficulty pulling on the jeans that I still wore, I trudged home to my parents, where, locked in my room, I even more closely examined my figure, making sure and confirming all of their former positions.

I weighed when I found out that my weight was 38 kilograms and 400 grams, which again shocked me. Then I took out a photo album, long considering my life, captured by the camera, seeing as from a photo to a photo I am increasing and becoming fat, as my belly and fifth point slowly grows; in one photo I saw a plump boy with ice cream in his hands, who sits on the beach so that his belly was folded; on another even more plump, also lying on the beach and eating chips; I felt very ashamed of myself.

The next day, however, I continued to devour myself, not having the determination and knowledge to change my life; I was lying on my couch in some shorts, bursting chips, almost forgetting about yesterday's event, but I again began to examine my body, and then, after putting aside food and washing my hands, I tried myself in exercises;  I tried to fight back, but my frail and fat hands could not let me, which made me apply to a different matter: I decided to rock the press. With enormous difficulty, I did 12 times this exercise, after which I fell exhausted, all bleeding afterwards, and already began to pull my hand towards the food, as I pulled myself back, thinking that I would bring myself in good shape: «Farewell, laziness! There's no more fussing on the couch, no sweets, just sports!».

Since that day, I stopped gluttony, starting at the same time to swing a press and practicing with dumbbells almost all free time, paying at least 2 hours a day, but more often twice as many, doing more and walking, as well as morning jogging. With the onset of summer, I took an interest in this issue even more, having developed my own training system, for I did not read smart books on the topic at that time, but I decided to get to my senses with my own mind, having created a system that not only showed a high result not only on me, but also on  those whom I taught her. At first I only practiced with dumbbells one or two hours a day, giving the muscles of the press and squats as much as I could, which was given to me with great difficulty, for then I was still very weak, eventually gaining strength. When I was already able to do push-ups, I started doing five hundred push-ups per day as an addition to all this, doing them first in a lot of short approaches, but then learning how to do push-ups more than a hundred times at a time. In the third stage, I added all the jogs three or five kilometers daily, multiplying my load to the maximum, while eating very, very scarce, ensuring a wonderful result. My weight dropped to 30 kilograms and 200 grams, the increase increased from 130 centimeters to 143, instead of the belly appeared cubes of the press, I learned to wring out more than a hundred times in one sitting, got rid of shortness of breath.

I remember how I went to the physical locker room on First September 2011year, when I was in the fourth grade, everyone was fascinated by my unprecedented achievements, provoking the envy of all the boys and the legitimate sympathy of some ladies. Of all the boys in our class, I was the only one who possessed a relief press, wringing out the most, and having the least weight, which greatly increased my self-esteem, but not too much for a long time. As soon as I entered the locker room and took off my clothes, left in some shorts, as I instantly felt the look of others around me: all our boys even a little embarrassed their fat forms.

- Wow, Marat, well, you and the press pumped! – said Misha Smirnov, –my classmate and a good acquaintance.

Then everyone began to praise me in different ways, and after that lesson, the news of my new state spread among the girls. The summer, however, has passed, the weekdays have begun, and so the time for sports classes has decreased, and my strength has also taken away the basic educational activity, so I began to become lazier more and more, after canceling the jog, then reducing the load to a hundred push-ups per day,  and then completely neglected the load at all, once again moving into the fuss on the couch and gluttony. I was too lazy to get up early, to run coldly in the cold morning, and then to press and swing the press, while I could not do this, which was predetermined to a certain extent. Even then I was strictly convinced that without a moral superstructure, nothing progressive could be done, as I was convinced in practice and in theory later;  all my acquaintances who wished to lose weight and grow fat (and they were, in fact, in a reliable number) could not achieve this in part because of the lack of a moral superstructure of their actions: the first did not overcome the love for food and did not develop a love for mobility, the latter did not. Overcame the aversion to food and failed to reduce the load. It is very important for a person to gain moral virtue, so that she becomes the leading force of his material means to the victory of reason and good; without a real theory leading you, being deprived of a guiding star, your ship is doomed to drowning.

But now I'm back to business; so, I completely stopped looking after myself, and so the excess weight very soon began to return: already at the beginning of October the press began to swim with a tender fat, and the amount of push-ups I was capable of fell from 150 to 130. I gradually more and more relaxed blurred in the body: again he lay all day on the couch and gorged himself, not wishing to get up and doing exercises, and so I was soon fattened back to his former state, which, however, did not concern me in any way. Over the next two years, the fourth grade (the last grade of the primary school in Russia) and the fifth (first class in the middle school), I grew fat from 30 kg to 43 kg, finally losing all sporting appearance, becoming an ordinary chubby boy, as I was before.

Again a gigantic fifth point appeared, a very soft protruding belly, slightly crawling out from under tightly fitting T-shirts, frail hands, fat sides, overhanging jeans, which I had not yet refused. When at the very end of April of the thirteenth year (when my fifth grade was over) we disguised ourselves in physical education, something unpleasant happened, that when we were changing from physical culture, and when I was already in my underwear, then Yasha – one of my classmates, – said the next, addressing me, of course: «Who is this so fat?!». Then he approached me and began to scold me for the shortcomings of my figure, which was instantly picked up by everyone around him, and after they all calmed down and left the room, Misha Smirnov, going out last, just said to me: «Marat, stop eating, get busy again sports!». At that moment I just sat on the bench and burst into tears, mourning my sports figure, which, however, did not stop me from lying on the couch all summer, increasing my weight by September to 46 kilograms, forcing my parents to send me to swim to maintain the necessary appearance.