To the quarrel about physical training and "everything can be fixed with a clutch". I have been eating this brain for about 12 years since the hormones went off. I found my ass in all directions, I sit on hormones from and before. But the surroundings sincerely believed that it was all from laziness and the wrong diet. Even relatives who saw what I ate often gave pearls, we may not see how you eat a kilogram of candy every day. I take it straight from the air. Then my aunt’s hormones flew.With all the outcomes. The one who all my life laughed at my face, ticking her ass with her waist, and convinced me that you cannot not eat, and still be full, you can not smell in the hall an hour a day (the barrel is not for me - the vessels do not withstand) and do not lose weight, I just have no willpower, and she has, and therefore to her turn, and I am not a liquid of the marriage market. And now it turns out to her and the sport does not help (instead of once a week, it needs to be every day in any weather and in any well-being), and she wants to eat like never in her life, and can not stop (blin, how do I do it?) And the fatigue is such that it is hard to sit, and the mood is constantly bad, and she sleeps like a snail. Well, and I can handle it, right?