Slim3 Imola Day 0

Imola is typically the kind of girl who acts incredibly strong, self-reliant, knows what she wants from life, knows where she's going – at least, that's what she thinks of herself.

Then, if you get to know her a little better, and the mask falls off, you realize how easily influenced, fragile, and emotionally vulnerable she is – in other words, a typical woman, with all the characteristics typical of women. Imo lives in Dombóvár, and local patriotism is vivid in her, this constant rivalry between Budapest and the countryside, which I really don't want to escalate, and I wouldn't call Pécs a small town either, where Imola goes to university, but even Imo doesn't know yet, or has already started to suspect, that this program will give her much more than simple weight loss, because things happen at a completely different pace in Budapest.

When I moved to London, I also thought, "Wow, damn, this is it, everything is so much different here than at home." I got events in much larger doses, absorbed the opium of the West, and was completely intoxicated by its effect. New doors opened for me, I thought in new dimensions, and then after a while I realized that the only difference between London and Budapest is that there's more shit flowing there, not just in the sewers, but on the streets too. Imola will realize this in time, and also that you don't need to validate tickets on tram lines 4 and 6 or on buses, here neighbors don't care about each other, and we don't even walk two stops if we have to wait 20 minutes for the next metro. Imola will tell you everything else about herself.

Imola

I'm Imola, 20 years old, and I currently live in Pécs because I'm studying at university here. I'll be the proof that distance is no obstacle!
I've been reading the Lifetilt blog for over a year, so I've followed many "success stories" step by step, which is why I applied too.
My girlfriends say my figure is just proportionate, my parents say it's only a few extra kilos, my haters say I'm a fat pig. I'm the type of person who never listens to people who spew negativity. This time, however, they're right...
If I think about it, the kilos started to pile on me around the age of 12. Since then, it's like an old relative, sometimes visiting, sometimes leaving for a while. Of course, I've tried to break off this relationship (Acai berry, dissociative diet, gym mania... etc.), but this family tie is somehow very strong. That's why I've now decided to take a drastic step, accepting public exposure, I submitted my application for Slim3. Not long after the application, a phone call followed, and I soon found myself in Budapest at a meeting with Tomi.

Perhaps I was more nervous about the five-minute conversation than an exam; only my parents were more nervous than me, saying that their little girl was going to conquer Pest, where only bad things could happen. When I brought up the topic to Tomi that my mom was sure he was an organ trafficker and after my kidney, he just blinked twice, asked for my mom's number, and immediately called her to reassure her... At first, I was on the verge of fright and embarrassment, but now, if I think about it, he just wanted everything to go perfectly from the start.
There are two types of overweight people when it comes to dressing: the first, who completely lets themselves go and wears baggy clothes, and the second, who loves to shop and practically searches for flattering clothes. Well, I belong to the latter category. I love feminine and provocatively stylish clothes that beautifully conceal the rolls, so my strategy until now has been: more cleavage, tummy-control pants. It works until you get home and undress. Then, when you've undressed, looked in the mirror, and realized that yes, you're messed up, when you could be miles better... you jump up and look for new concealing pants that make you feel good for the moment, or you take up the challenge and strike a huge blow, not just looking for a momentary solution. I decided to strike... and end this with a massive knockout. Now that everyone knows my motivation, I can talk a little more about myself.

As I mentioned above, I am a university student, which means tough exam periods and sometimes classes lasting from morning until evening. Thus, it often happens, I mean it used to happen, that lunch was fried, baked, and oily foods from the nearby Árkád shopping center. After these, a huge feeling of fatigue set in, which overshadowed my entire day. So I feel that this overweight issue is tearing me apart not only externally but internally as well.

So for Christmas, I stipulated that I didn't want chocolates, mom's cookies, and other things; I only expected a little understanding and encouragement from my family. And from you, dear readers. In return, I will try to prove and show that there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome... or:
"Nothing is impossible, only people are helpless."