Healthy habits of the manager and translator Nastya Petrova
IN THE RUBRIC "LIFESTYLE" we ask different people about healthy lifestyles with a human face: we talk about the importance of taking care of yourself and pleasant ways to make life more comfortable. The heroine of the new release is marketing manager and translator Nastya Petrova.
Feeling good for me - this is an opportunity not to think about health in general. When you just walk, it's great. You look around, smile.
I work in an office so you have to wake up on an alarm clock: breakfast, dressed, ran. For me, this is violence, and for the first two hours at my desk I’m just drowning, even if I slept well. A perfect morning begins without an alarm clock and without people. I drink coffee for a long time and have breakfast, then I go somewhere to hang out with a camera or without, buy books, go to a cafe, I can go to the gym or go for a run. Once a week I try to work from home - we are allowed to do this, and then I’m half a day for fun.
I moved to Scotland two years ago, for love Then love passed, and I stayed. It's cool here, but you have to get used to it - first of all, to the weather, it is vile and unpredictable. Edinburgh is an incredibly beautiful city, not big, but not provincial, there is a mobility, many different courses and activities, a sports club in each gate, you can see the mountains from the window, the sea is not far.
There is nothing wrong with that to get involved in everything. I sometimes find in the diary random notes like "buy gouache", "embroider a panel", "revise world classics in alphabetical order". Hands reach one out of ten ideas, but dreaming is not harmful. It does not bother me, I'm not ambitious and not purposeful.
My daughter is seven years old and she's a kid, and feminism in Scotland is blooming and smelling - the question of protecting it from gender stereotypes is not worth it. I even teach her to girly: what to wear dresses is also cool, you can paint your nails in different colors, and here, look, glitter! There is no problem of patriarchal society, no one imposes anything on women. My friends, for example, have a trend - they started to grow hair under their arms - simply because they can. And no one says "foo." In Riga, this would not have rolled.
I think children can not be taught a healthy lifestyle can only be shown: Marta sees how I train, and joins, does not divide the food into "tasty" and "healthy", loves fruit and vegetables, because for me it is normal, and she does not need to explain anything.
I have never been scolding myself and do not blame, tired.
I do marketing in a small company, we sell software for call centers. I run a corporate blog and newsletter. I don’t change anyone’s life for the better, and this is sad, but this is my first office work in the UK, I don’t have to be capricious. True, the office is not far from home, colleagues are awesome, the boss is humane, no corporate bullshit and team building, parties, gifts - in general, it could be worse. In the office there is even a gym. At first I went there alone, and then three more people arrived, including the sixty-year-old boss, and I now train them on a volunteer basis. I have a coach certificate and insurance - but I do not want to work in this industry and again become self-employed.
I do not like slow and static loads like pilates. I need to sweat, knees trembled and then everything hurt. Sometimes I do yoga at home, but I’m terribly distracted, I start picking up nap on the carpet, answering SMS and checking Facebook. I want to go to yoga more often - but my legs somehow fold onto kickboxing.
I train four to five times a week. Over the years, I have developed a scheme: three interval workouts on different parts of the body, combining strength and cardio. I love free weights: dumbbells, weights, barbells. Sometimes I do purely power days. I go to cardio twice a week - body-commander, zumba or some other dances. Or run, if the weather is good. I do not set any goals, I do not measure the number of steps per minute or heart rate - I just run for about forty minutes and look around.
I'm a keen person I start a lot, I give up a lot. I deliver blogs and, with a clear conscience, throw them when the topic is no longer relevant for me. And what to do, to continue the culinary blog, which I started during pregnancy at the hormonal arrival? I once ran a blog about running and fitness, I had a running experience with a nose, but aplomb was like a Kenyan ultramarathon runner. Also abandoned, because running in the end did not bring anything good to my joints. Now I am writing, do not believe it, about Scotland.
The only thing I hold on to for years - this is fitness; I think that the expression “in a healthy body is a healthy spirit” was not invented by fools. Without the opportunity to practice, I become grumpy, I immediately want to drink and smoke. I love dancing for a long time - it's amazing that one such occupation does with mood.
Alcohol, of course, interferes healthy lifestyle - leads to pizza at two in the morning and thrown away the next day. But it is a conscious choice. I tried not to drink at all, and I didn’t like it - social life turns into agony, and questions come to my mind that I don’t have an answer to: should I not start using organic cosmetics? Is my home environmentally friendly? Do parabens affect my hormones? Honestly, it's better to survive a hangover than to think about it all. For me, having fun is more important than being organic.
Relationship with food I already, thank God, no. I went through all the circles of hell diets, counting calories, "working out" each piece, the enemy does not want. Now I eat everything and how much I want. For me, food is fuel. I can eat a can of beans and a package of tomatoes standing upright, without reaching for a plate - this is protein, that's fiber, life goes on. I do not cook at all - for me it is a waste of time - and I am not a gourmet. I never want to go to a restaurant and try something new, I eat the same thing every day and do not bother.
Sleep trouble, of course. I do not get enough sleep, because the work schedule forces my internal hours, but I cannot go to bed earlier - in the evening, too, a lot of things. Eight hours of sleep is luxury for me, you can function at seven, six is the reality of most working days.
My most useful habit - to drink a lot of water, I always carry a bottle with me. I do not drive a car and go everywhere on foot. Loving the "healthy" food, too, is probably a good habit: until 22 years old, I ate all kinds of slag, but somehow I came to love spinach and oats. It seems that after ten years of bothering with food, the counters are embedded in the DNA: I can not count calories and put something in my mouth, but I am well aware of how much or what.
To unload my head, I have to walk or practice. There is no such mood, which would not be better after training. More life hacking - you sit down and write, merge all the trash out of your head into three pages. You don’t show or read to anyone. It seems to me that there is no magic here, just a relationship between the right hand and the left hemisphere of the brain, which structures everything.
Loving yourself is somehow abstract. The concept of self-awareness is closer to me: I know that I can, what I cannot, what I'm cool about, and what I'm messing with. About once a year I do an "inventory", I see what has changed, because sticking with an opinion about myself, formed at 13 years old (like "I am zadrot and introvert") is stupid, we are constantly changing.
I am 36 years old and that's cool. In general, I was comfortable in all my ages, even though I really love jokes about the midlife crisis. I have it every year. At 26 I was covered for the first time, and I thought: "Gagarin flew into space at 26, and what did I fly?" At 27, I remembered the "club 27". In 33 - well, you know. In a year, the crisis of the name of Pushkin will begin.
My advice - do not compare yourself with anyone. Unsubscribe from instagram coaches and stop being inspired by the pumped up bodies. You don’t know what sacrifices this girl went to for a spectacular photo in the gym, you don’t know about her ketosis and constipation, you don’t know what role angles and tanning play in this, you don’t train for four hours a day, you have eight hours working day and two children. Look at yourself, rejoice that yesterday you wrung out ten times, and today - eleven. Such a goal, in my opinion, steeper than the "round pop."
No need to analyze anything and seek motivation, best fitness advice - just do it. I would add the word to the letter f, but probably not.
And I grew up on the sea, so at least once a couple of weeks I need to go to the beach - even in winter.
