Me and the Ban

Due to my job, I don't want to post before-and-after bikini/underwear photos publicly here, but if there's any girl among you who constantly carries an extra 5-10 kg and is on the verge of giving up, I recommend the following to them. When a few guys still check you out on the street, and someone loves your body, and only you are bothered by your flabbiness, then there's no big panic. You start a few diets, buy carb-free baked goods—it doesn't matter that it's a thousand calories and the bag is dripping with grease—but you believe you're eating well, and twice a week you stumble into a body sculpting story... and meanwhile, of course, you don't understand why nothing is changing. I'm not a spring chicken. At 34, I contacted Tomi with my sister, with whom we had been stuck in the endless dieting cycle mentioned above for years. Before our first meeting, Vera and I agreed that this would be our last attempt at weight loss. If it didn't work with "the Tilter" guy, we'd attribute it to genetic suckiness and continue to live in size 38 jeans with our love handles and the knowledge that "this is what we got." We met Tomi (whom we later only called "the Tilter") in front of the basilica, where I told him: "If you can stably get me down to 60 kg, I'll be grateful for life, and we'll have a deal." Diet: I didn't eat white flour or sugary stuff before, but I did eat everything else 24/7. So, on the third day of the diet, when the menu for an afternoon snack was Abonett and plain yogurt, I literally cried myself to sleep from hunger that evening. Everyone on the forum scolded me, saying Tilt isn't about starving, they didn't understand why I was being dramatic, but girls like me know exactly what I'm talking about. Two weeks passed before I could force myself to drink 3 liters of fluid per day and think about anything other than food. I re-evaluated a pathetic apple, and oatmeal positioned itself on the same level of enjoyment as crème brûlée. Training: It took a lot of time. At first, I pretty much only went to work, worked out, and slept. I hated running, even more so the smell of sweat in the gym, the sticky-bummed women's changing rooms, the pain, the blisters. But the pounds started coming off. After the first two, there was a big stop. I freaked out. I told Tomi that I was fed up, I was giving up, and I didn't believe in this whole crap, and I was only seeing it through because I had pride and had already invested money in it. Tomi told us not to worry, that it would work, just to be patient, but how can a girl be patient when she's already bought size 32 jeans and a miniskirt she hadn't worn in years? Then, suddenly, it started again. It was a gift of fate that my sister and I both reached 59.9 kg on the same morning. This gave us such a huge boost that something just clicked. My Companion: My Sister. It means so much to a woman to have someone to complain with, cry with, and push each other forward. The incredibly strong bond between us grew even stronger after the program. This was a real joint fight, it never would have happened without her. Tomi: "The Tilter" in person is completely different for me than on the blog. The style is there, of course, but I was never a silly bitch, there was no swearing, no rudeness. I liked that he put up with our 60 days of whining, because it was intense, and his completely scattered, super relaxed goofy face. There was rock-solid strictness at every training session, and zero tolerance, zero concessions. We couldn't even have a deciliter of champagne, not even a bite of sweets, even though our mouths cried for it properly. We laughed a lot, but at the same time, I looked up to him as a person, and there was mutual respect. Though I really hated him when he made us run around the gym and my tears, along with my snot, froze to my face in the wind (WTF). It never occurred to us not to do what Tomi said, because just his look was enough to make us go and do whatever he told us. The envious ones: There were some, and they were really buzzing around us, saying I'd get sick and that the weight loss looked bad on me. I thought it looked great, and you know you're on the right track when more and more people are harassing you. Thanks to them for that, even in retrospect! The "Tilt Effect": A net loss of 7 kg in 60 days, even though for years before that, I hadn't lost even 2 kilos, no matter what I did. The gasping for breath after the first 2 km run was followed by the first 5 km of my life, then the first 10 km. I shrieked with joy at the finish line. It's strange to read even written down, but I love running. For the first time in ten years, I'm wearing a skirt again, and I have perfect blood test results like a newborn. I learned that a dumbbell isn't 1.5 kg, but starts from four, and that protein shakes are drinkable. I finished the program just over three months ago. My weight is the same as on the closing day. What I got from LifeTilt is a completely different life. A new body, and the best part is that I now know and believe that there's nothing I can't achieve for myself. Tilt is about Tomi and the blog until you start it. After that, it's truly all about you. This is my boundary-pushing, and I'm incredibly proud of myself. I'll remain a true blonde bitch even after this, whom you can hate, but who will still go stair climbing in zero degrees and run in pouring rain. I had to wait 34 years for a system that works, and I will continue to strive for at least another forty years for a rough voice to say behind me when I brush my teeth; "Whoa, I love your butt!" So, that's what LifeTilt gave me.

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Me and the Ban