Magic joy of food

Women who are satisfied with their weight, do not exist, and I am no exception. I'm on a steady diet from the day when the first year at college best friend asked me where I find fashionable clothes of its size. I must say that size at the time I was forty-sixth, and had no problems with the clothing did not arise. I have my periods of particularly strict diet - after childbirth, after a holiday in Italy, after endless Christmas holidays ... My husband calls it a period of exacerbation. Think I tried all the diets, which can be represented. I sat on kefir, raw buckwheat and nutrition division. I ate only the whites, except for carbohydrates, and then vice versa. Last week I ate only soup, celery and cabbage, and two weeks spent on apples. I have several years of not eating after six and weighed in the morning on an empty stomach. Probably, it would have continued indefinitely. But when, after the old new year, I became depressed and decided to hold a three-day recreation starvation, the husband said: "enough is enough. Or will you eat like normal people, or I'm leaving. I want to live with a contented well-fed woman want in a refrigerator was sausage, and my wife to drink beer with me on Saturday night! Choose: or diet, or am I! "In general, I chose my husband ... I decided to "eat like normal people, but it turned out that in recent years, I am so accustomed to be guided by advice of nutritionists, and now that I definitely need someone advice. Even last year "to" wrote "the system of French Women" (August 2005 - Ed.). Frankly, the main idea of ??the article I liked back then - there is everything you want and enjoy it. At that moment I decided that it was not for me: my body can be saved only by strict limitations. But the magazine still deferred. And apparently, now it's time to get it. I decided this: Exactly two months I will get pleasure from eating. I eat fatty, sweet, smoked - whatever they want. And I will not even look at alfalfa sprouts, I swear. Most likely, during which time I rastolsteyu so that my husband would beg me to come back to the diet.

WHAT EVERY WOMAN DREAMS Most importantly, say French - is what you want, not what is good, right, or low-calorie. The body itself knows what he is not, and should not enter it in confusion. A pleasant meal, I start on Monday. Sending her husband to work, and child in the school. Now I have half an hour out to have breakfast and go to the office. I usually eat for breakfast oatmeal, cooked in water without salt and sugar, and adds some fruit - apple, pear or orange, drink green tea during breakfast read anything at all. Today everything is different. Firstly, no books: they are distracting and interfere with enjoying a meal. Secondly, no green tea instead - a large cup of cocoa with milk (3.2% fat). Thirdly, no oatmeal. I am preparing myself what had dreamed for several years: a gigantic sandwich made from fresh white bread with a crispy crust. Inside I put bacon, cheese (set oogo cheese), lettuce (very little) and add the mayonnaise - not fat, but most that neither is true, olive-green (about 200 calories per tablespoon, but who counts? ). Chill. I sit at the table. Try. I am an adult, seasoned woman, but when I bit off the very first little piece of this huge sandwiches, and drinks his cocoa, I want to cry from happiness. At work I am taking a big bar of milk chocolate, two bags of nuts (pine and cashew nuts), crunchy cookies with coconut and fruit candy, because I can be everything! But something strange happens: If I have oatmeal after eleven o'clock started to bite (low-calorie biscuits with vitamins, rye crackers without salt, dried fruit), but now I do not want to eat before the second, when it is quite possible to dine.

Home, Me-Slow Unless I'm on a strict diet, my usual lunch - a vegetable soup and salad with vegetable oil. Today I shall take the mushroom cream soup with cream and cheese croutons, and the second golden fried fish with mashed potatoes and a small bowl with a fabulous salad. I feel a few steps away, as it smells wonderfully pickles and sausages ... It's a new year in early February. This name-heart! Seeing all this, my colleagues are terrified and exhale, it seems, can no longer breathe. And while they're astonished crunch coleslaw, I slowly (this is important parting words of French women) eat his soup with croutons and hot. And when it comes to Olivier, I'm almost with horror understand what I did ... I do not. Anyone who has ever sat on a diet, I understand. If you take a break from proper nutrition, then during this break to sweep away everything that is bad, and it seems perfectly logical: start a diet again tomorrow and have it you will not. But since I can now all I have this holiday with pickles simply relinquish. I can eat it tomorrow. My body is now asked not cucumbers. I return to the workplace, poured tea and unfold its totally unhealthy milk chocolate with a ridiculously low content of cocoa beans, but with raisins and nuts. And feeling as the first chocolate box melts in my mouth, I understand that the war was lost. I will be a thick, horrible and I are never going to love, and sex becomes a pleasant memory ... I do not know whether carbohydrates make people happy, but after eating half of the tiles, I understand that I am well. And it would be even better if all sides do not look at me astonished colleagues who have resolutely refused to join my celebration of life.

What Dreams May Come dream come true of my husband: today we're having dinner together, at seven o'clock in the evening (and this is a full hour later than the last permissible meals, if someone forgot). For dinner, we eat grilled meat, potatoes, french fries and salad (but no alfalfa!), Drink wine. We talk about what happened during the day. Simply "The Forsyte Saga" some. The husband is so pleased that washes the dishes after dinner. Before going to bed his daughter in a mysterious whisper asked: - Mom, you're not pregnant? You're a strange ... I go to bed, quite confident that on a full stomach does not go to sleep. Not at all. I fall asleep instantly, and I was the first time in a long time is not plagued by images of mouth-watering dishes that I could eat right now. By the way French women believe that the best exercises for the body - is sex. Nip HAPPINESS Why I had never occurred to make a fresh juice for breakfast? In fact, to cut an orange in half, leaving as much time as to what to clean it from the skin, divided into slices, chop and add unsalted porridge. But how much more delicious to drink fresh juice from crystal glass, than to chew on an orange with oatmeal! And why am I not occurred to me that there is a beautiful dish better? I save it for special occasions, but that does not fade, these plates, if from time to time to get them without any excuse, for myself, just to be nice! On a beautiful dish ordinary rice with vegetables becomes almost risotto, and the rush during the meal is not desirable. Apparently, French women are not so wrong: when you know that you can all and always, we no longer need to overeat. Are stopping when you feel that ate. "We need to know when to stop" - like it is safe to say my dad. A feeling that finally understand what he has in mind. Following the recommendations of French, I rise on the fourth floor of the foot and write down everything eaten per day during the diet, and the fact that eat now. It is a shock: it turns out, I eat a little more. Previously, nearly half eaten accounted for nizkokalloriynye snacks, which eventually evolved into a very decent amount of calories. AWESOME NEAR Eclair in Coffee glaze, cream and coconut. Chocolate cake with cherries. Hot pizza with black olives, pineapple and seafood. Macaroni and cheese, in the end! Scary to think what would happen if you put together all the time that I spent dreaming about these inaccessible pleasures. But that's what French women have noticed: if you want ice cream, and you try to replace it with something useful, you do not work. You are the apple instead of ice cream, then dried pear, then some raisins and fortified rye crackers ... But anyway this is over ice, because the body in any case take its toll. Only if the bear for three days, then on the fourth you eat this ice cream is much more than a day when you first got the idea of ??ice cream. RESULT Exactly two months later I pull out of the closet scales. During all this time I never weighed. I feel in the garment, which has recovered. But do not feel that weight gain was catastrophic. Scales indicate 66 kg instead of 64.5 at the beginning of my nice food. I scored one and a half kg. With the growth of 168 cm is a little bit, but for the year with such a diet, I would have recovered substantially. Of course, I'm a little adjust the advice of French women. I will not eat a half bar of chocolate every day, but only on the 3 slices. But certainly having fun! And I'm already enrolled in a gym. It turns out that if you do not sit on a diet, then there are forces to a couple of times a week, aerobics or swimming. Oh, and of course, let's not forget that the most beloved gymnastics French women - is sex.