Slim3 2 Zsani The Bride Day 0

For precisely 6 years, my mother has been nagging me about getting married. Of course, not because she necessarily wants to see a woman next to me, as my mother is the type who, with artistic conscientiousness, eliminates any women from my life with whom I spend more than 3 minutes and, God forbid, she even meets them. No. My mother exclusively wants me to marry someone so that she can finally wear a dark blue Chanel suit with a matching hat and gloves to the wedding and appear at the church as the mother of the bride. Women are like that; they live their lives as if the appearance of things is the thing itself. Over 70 brides applied for slim3 2, and I met 13 of them in person. Without exception, they sat opposite me with sparkling eyes, of course, all desperately wanted to get in, and naturally, every woman was convinced that she would be chosen because she was going to have a wedding... I don't understand? She's GO-ING to have a WED-DING, and I can't be such a jerk to them as not to pick them, because everything has to be perfect on that day, and for that, I am needed, and LifeTilt is needed. This was by far the toughest category because when it comes to a woman's wedding, she doesn't mess around. Money doesn't matter, human lives don't matter, nothing matters because only that specific day exists, and if I don't choose them, then what a rotten piece of trash I am for not understanding the weight of things. A few women tried to use these glances and emotional terrorism, but most of them quickly realized that emotional blackmail and the display of dictatorial virtues don't work on me because they are not sitting opposite their groom right now...

For many years, I didn't understand why women were so obsessed with this wedding thing, and then I realized. It's a day that is solely and exclusively about them, they are the center of attention, and everyone else, especially other women, is pushed into the background, which, by the way, they get a good slap for, on a "look, I succeeded" basis. My mother's rampage, with a hat on her head, wrapped in a suit, would also only be about her being the mother of the bride, and she believes everyone will pay attention to her because women are perfectly convinced that everyone is watching them, paying attention to them, and the entire universe revolves around them. This window-dressing life defines women's entire existence towards society, which they try to push into others' faces, decorated as beautifully as possible, to show a life, an appearance, a social status in the non-existent hierarchy of women, the culmination of which is the wedding itself and their so-called "arrival," the crowning of their relationship, the turning of the key on the padlock on our chains. Women could talk for months about their wedding, from the type of font on the invitation to their wedding shoes and the color of the table flower arrangements, but somehow, in the endless stream of words and detailed discussions, not a single damn word is said about the groom, and if it is, it's only to make sure his tie matches the color scheme of the served desserts or the pattern of the bridesmaids' dresses. At a wedding, the man doesn't exist, and his only task is to appear at the event amidst the decorations arranged by the bride, and which she decided on and executed in EVERYTHING. The wedding is exclusively about women; the man is merely a prop, a small detail among many accessories, and that's how it should be. A wedding for a woman is what achieving financial independence and freedom is for a man, the only difference being that men don't celebrate it within the framework of a multi-million-dollar carnival.

Now that every bride has taken me to their heart and my girlfriend has also realized that our relationship won't soon drown in a sea of pearls and glitter, let's talk a bit about Zsanett and her program. The healthcare system in Hungary is in a catastrophic state. Everyone is aware of this, or will be, if they need medical help in the future. We don't notice this in our daily lives, it doesn't sink in, until we find ourselves in one of the departments of the Honvéd hospital, one way or another. Hungarian sports are moving in a similar trajectory. For almost a decade, physical education has been an almost non-existent subject in the National Core Curriculum, and its harmful effects are beginning to take on astonishing proportions, because how is it that healthy 19-23 year olds are unable to run distances longer than one and a half kilometers, and at the end, with a heart rate of 204, I seriously consider dialing 112. This almost happened during Zsani's fitness assessment, and now you probably think I'm joking. But it's not just about Zsani, because the others are also in catastrophic condition, but more on them later.

Zsanett is a bride, and the goal is to prepare her externally for the wedding, which in her case means losing 7 kg and achieving a body transformation similar to that of Laura in the upcoming 70 days…

Zsanett

To embark on the path of change, we must put on the boots of self-awareness.

I only put on the "boots" a few months ago when I finally told myself that the dead ends of "I've-learned-to-accept-myself-with-my-flaws" and "my-boyfriend-likes-me-this-way-too" lead nowhere.

I looked in the mirror and said that I simply cannot allow myself to get married looking like this.

Yes, we are preparing for one of the most memorable days of our lives this May. Of course, I've been dreaming of this since we played wedding in kindergarten. In December, when I went for fittings with the seamstress, I started thinking that, okay, we can buy the most sparkling ring, order the coolest vendors and accessories, but it's up to me alone to make THE DRESS fit in May as it does in my dreams. I decided I want us to have wedding photos that we can look back on with joy, happiness, and satisfaction for many years to come, and I hope that when my teenage son brings his friends over in 20 years, the boys will wink at each other, saying how cool Mom is :)

So, finally, after thorough preparation, I'm embarking on my 70-day program. And I will do it! I know it won't be easy, but as we know:

"The key that unlocks heaven also works well in hell when turned the other way."

Dear hidden-reading brides and girls who always start their diet "next Monday," join me and let's show what we can do with Lifetilt ;)

Zsani