Petra

 

I'm not saying I didn't have to beg for these pictures for days, but I finally got them last night. This is Petra on day 0. She currently weighs 64 kg and will lose 8-10 kg in 10 weeks if all goes as planned, then we will tone her thighs, butt, and abs. I expected three things from her from the very first moments. The first and most important is that she can never give up; if she wavers, becomes uncertain, or simply needs help, she must call me immediately, we'll talk, and if necessary, we'll meet. The second is that she has to take one photo of herself each week and write 2-3 reports each week about the physical and mental experiences she goes through during these 10 weeks. Petra has a great responsibility, as the program hasn't even truly begun, and already 3 of my female acquaintances have asked about Petra and when there will be pictures of her. Petra, whether she likes it or not, will be a role model for all women, and if she doesn't give up, she will be an example to follow, because if she succeeds, then every woman MUST SUCCEED. Even though almost all my thoughts revolve around women, and I spend as much time as possible with the girls, I think 3 million years wouldn't be enough to understand women. What they want, what they think, if they want something, why can't they just say it simply, why do they have to constantly hint, and why do they do things for which there is simply no, and never has been, a logical explanation. Only another woman can understand the language of women, and only another woman can truly understand the feelings a woman goes through. Not me, because I could write pages about the emotional world of girls, but Petra will write it down for you in one sentence, through which you might better understand what I'm talking about here, and through her, what I want to tell or show you might reach you even better.

 

I believe that women are more persistent than men, but with girls, there's a factor that can rewrite every scenario and overturn every previous plan from one moment to the next, and that is the emotional factor. I could tell stories for days about girls' multiple emotional flip-flops, even within 3 minutes, because everyone knows the minute-by-minute variation of the "I hate you - I love you" effect. I remember in elementary school there were two "best friends." They really got along, painted each other's nails, constantly visited each other, and who the hell knows what else they did, but one thing was certain. At least 4 times a week, they would scream and scratch each other's faces, calling each other dirty sluts, and then, usually around the homeroom period - which was always the sixth period for us - they would be combing each other's hair again. This is usually no different in adulthood, only here they don't scratch each other's faces but men's nervous systems. Life in the war-torn terror quarters of Haiti, Sudan, and Iraq is not as cruel and ruthless as in the world of girls, because while men have a hierarchical system of rules that everyone generally respects, there are no rules or laws among women. It's full contact, kids, but it's tough, because vitriol is the real poison, I've known that ever since I was first in a place with more than one woman, or I saw two women talking who liked the same guy, or even better, a woman who was jealous of another woman. You know that murderous, everyday, appraising glance, right?

 

So it's going to be tough with Petra too, I'm prepared for everything, but I think I've also prepared her for the next 10 weeks. I'm going to keep her under constant pressure, because she owes it to herself to see it through, and not just to herself, but to those around her, to me, and of course, to you. Before I share her first report, I have to tell a story, since we're already talking about women's incredible bullshit. You know that situation where you're just sitting there, looking, and you say, "Damn, this can't be, I don't believe this."

I wrote that I would help Petra with her first shopping trip, because it's not enough that I wrote her a diet and told her what to eat when, because the emphasis is on the quality of the food. There's no point in me writing her oatmeal if she's going to buy Nestlé's Chocapic, or 2.8% crap milk, because then the whole thing is pointless, and we can just go back to digging ditches. Which cottage cheese, what kind of ham, what a low-fat cheese looks like, which are the white-fleshed ocean fish, etc....etc.....

 

"Where should we go shopping?" Petra asks, because there's a Tesco nearby, and an Auchan too. "Auchan!" I blurt out immediately, because anything is better than Tesco. We arrive at the Budaörs Auchan, and there are suspiciously few cars in the parking lot. We didn't know then that it closed at 10 PM, and we arrived around half past 10. By suspiciously few cars, I mean there were about 20 cars in a 5,000-space parking lot, meaning only those who hadn't finished their shopping. I tell Petra, "Damn, I think it's closed, but let's check." I repeat, we're circling in a completely empty parking lot, when Petra's first question was where to park. I almost fell out of the car at that question, but I wasn't prepared for what came next. Petra, in the completely empty parking lot, pulled up next to a van so close that I couldn't open the door! Damn it, this can't be, I almost cried like an idiot. She looks at me, not understanding the problem, I say, "Little one, doesn't it bother you that I can't get out?" For crying out loud, we're talking about 3 acres of empty space. THEN she says that for her, the car is her guide for parking, and that's the only way she can park. If I saw this scene in a movie, I'd have to be resuscitated from laughing, but at 11 PM, it was pretty bloody. I think I took a deep breath then, and from that moment on, I was prepared for anything.

I won't prolong this any further, here's Petra's first report. You can find out everything about Petra on the blog page under the LifeTi!lt Petra section.

 

 

Yesterday, when I went to bed, my day didn't quite turn out as I had planned in the evening...

The plan: alarm set for 5 AM, slow and pleasant awakening so my body can also come to its senses, then an orange in bed, music, then off to prepare breakfast, which I eat unhurriedly, while the rice cooks and the chicken steams...

The reality: the (smaller) amount of carbohydrates I consumed on my "farewell" evening (Sunday), as well as the clock change, must have interfered, because I woke up abruptly at 7 o'clock (when I usually leave for work).

Time was pressing, but it would have been terribly embarrassing to mess up the plans on the morning of my first day, so I wasn't particularly concerned about being late for work. I might add, I've never jumped out of bed so quickly (and it had its consequences, I was completely enervated until 9). So while I was making scrambled eggs, I ate my orange, then the eggs, hurried along, and off I went...

As for the water:

My friend always said that she carries a 1.5-liter bottle of mineral water with her in the city because that way she's sure to drink it, because it annoys her that it restricts her freedom of movement...

I did the same, and the result was that by the time I got to work, I had already drunk a liter of water, because it was hard to hold while balancing in the crowded subway car (I'm not sure I'll make myself drink the prescribed amount of water this way again)

Aside from my morning affair, today can be described as an average day...

Hunger is negligible, the strange thing is that today I was struggling more to get the prescribed amount of food/protein into my system... Although I'm not afraid that it will always be this easy. I'm at the end of my monthly cycle, at which time I'm often characterized by a lack of appetite, unlike in the middle (that will be the challenge). I attribute my all-day headache to the approaching warm front, and my morning depression to my disastrous awakening. (it has happened before). I was enthusiastic all day, I even made friends with the chicken at noon, and I also exceeded the daily minimum fluid intake. When eating the prescribed portion, I also made sure to eat just enough so that I wasn't hungry. (I remembered what Tomi said when he chewed me out and gave me a murderous look at Tesco just because I asked if I could use honey instead of sugar)
Now I know, NO! Thanks

On the way home, I tested myself, showing off in front of the Fornetti counters and at the gummy candy stand in Relay, and I smiled at every "NO" thought that went through my head. I was terribly proud of myself, after not even 24 hours of being tough, when I remembered my tonsil surgery at the age of 19:

The nurses called it a "medical miracle" because right after the surgery I was already talking, brilliantly, and citing that my wound didn't hurt, I refused all pain relievers/tranquilizers etc. that provided euphoric experiences...
The next morning, I informed the doctor of my excellent health and stated that I wanted to go home.
Of course, I could go, but before that, the doctor only said:
"Be prepared, because you will still cry where no one sees you."
"Aha!" I thought to myself, if everything starts off so great, why would it get worse?
3 days later, I was writhing on the cold floor from the pain (wound contraction), sobbing and begging for Cataflam.

Just because the entree was good, doesn't guarantee anything
Tomi said it wouldn't always be easy, he just phrased it "a bit" more harshly.

I don't plan too far ahead; in short steps, I always think about what needs to be done for one week and prepare myself mentally, and I only want short-term answers from Tomi, which doesn't mean I'm not interested in the rest, but this way I overcome obstacles more easily. I don't even dare to think about how much is still ahead of me.

Running was not a problem for me, 5 km at my own pace, a little over 30 minutes, dressed up, with a slimming belt to sweat as much as possible. (a terrible time for me, but my knee and head hurt). Tomi will also accompany me on my next run, I'm sure he'll find something to pick on, I'm a bit afraid of this training.  

I feel very good, and not because of this one day, because I know that I haven't changed the world with it, but because I started, and tomorrow I will be one day closer to our goal!
I'm looking forward to the continuation...


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