Witam wszystkich! Wszyscy zauważyli, że bardzo dużo schudłam i zaczęli bombardować mnie pytaniami . Ze wszystkich sił próbowałam każdemu odpowiadać i każdego wspierać, ale nie udało mi się – przy takiej ilości odpowiedzi, musiałabym „zamieszkać w sieci“. Dlatego postanowiłam zamieścić ten post tutaj, żeby odpowiedzieć na to pytanie: „Jak udało Ci się schudnąć 31 kg?“ (to nie znaczy, że nie możecie do mnie pisać albo zadawać pytań, ten post jedynie ułatwia mi życie).
Transformacja zajęła mi jedynie DWA MIESIĄCE! NIESAMOWITY WYNIK, PRAWDA?
Nigdy nie byłam chuda, ale zauważyłam, że tyję coraz bardziej i bardziej. Na moim brzuchu pojawiły się trzy okropne fałdy, w bikini wyglądałam jak buldog, a moje biodra, nogi i tyłek cały czas rosły! Postanowiłam stać się fit i za wszelką cenę zdobyć zdrowe ciało, dlatego przestałam jeść tłuste, smażone potrawy i zrezygnowałam z niezdrowych wieczornych posiłków. Rano chodziłam biegać, a wieczorami trenowałam na siłowni, ale zamiast schudnąć, nadal tyłam! Po miesiącu waga pokazała wstrząsający wynik – PRAWIE 100 KG! Moja dieta stawała się coraz bardziej restrykcyjna, wykluczyłam mięso, chleb, frytki i słodycze. Jadłam już tylko owoce i warzywa, a piłam samą wodę. Wypróbowywałam przeraźliwie drogie herbatki odchudzające i tabletki, ale wydawało się, że nic na mnie nie działa . Po pewnym czasie zgubione kilogramy wracały do mojego wyczerpanego organizmu.
Yo Make również polubił
Mój syn napisał mi SMS-a: „Mamo, nie przychodź. Rodzice mojej żony nie chcą, żebyś tu była”. Nie odpisałem. Po prostu podniosłem słuchawkę i wykonałem dokładnie jeden telefon – wszyscy byli cicho.
i came home for christmas and my stocking was gone, my name was missing from the wall, and my sister was sitting in my place on the couch I flew back to Colorado thinking I was coming home for cinnamon, lights, and the same old small-town Christmas. Instead, the second I stepped through the front door, the whole living room went quiet like I’d just walked into a meeting I wasn’t invited to. My parents were on the sofa. My little sister Jenna sat in the middle like some polished centerpiece, hair curled, new sweater, that tiny smile that always meant trouble. They didn’t even say, “You made it!” My dad cleared his throat. “We need to talk.” My mom smoothed her skirt, wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Your time is over, Marissa. Your sister can give this family a better future now.” I was still holding my suitcase. Snow was still melting on my coat. And somehow, in my own childhood home, I suddenly felt like a guest. Then I saw it. The fireplace was blazing a little too bright, like they’d turned it up for a show. Stockings hung in a perfect line across the mantle, all new, embroidered, matching. In the center, a big one with Jenna’s initials. Mine, the one I stitched myself at ten years old, was just… gone. “Where’s my stocking?” I asked. My mom shrugged. “Oh, that old thing didn’t match the new décor. We’re trying something fresh this year.” Fresh. Like erasing me from the wall was just part of the holiday theme. My dad leaned forward, elbows on his knees like he was about to present a project. “Things have changed. We’ve made some decisions about the business, the house, the future of this family.” Jenna crossed her legs slowly, soaking it in. “Maybe if you visited more, you’d already know,” she said, with that soft little laugh that never reached her eyes. I wanted to remind her I’d flown back from Denver four times this year for every “We need you” phone call. I’d helped with emergencies, bills, hospital runs, everything. She lived twenty minutes away and still acted like showing up was optional. Instead I just said, “What decisions?” That’s when Jenna reached for it. A thick red envelope sat on the coffee table like a stage prop. She picked it up and held it out to me, her nails perfectly polished, her smile perfectly controlled. “This explains everything. We’ll go over it in the morning. Before we head to the bank,” she said. I didn’t take it. Something icy slid down my spine. “In the morning we’ll make it official,” my mom added. “Christmas is about unity, after all.” Except the tree was covered in gifts with her name. Mine was shoved in the back, barely visible. The only framed photo in my old bedroom was of them and Jenna at a local gala. I wasn’t in the picture. I wasn’t in the room at all. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Around three a.m., I heard my name through the floorboards. I crept to the landing and looked down at the glow of the tree. My parents and Jenna were huddled together like they were planning a surprise party for everyone but me. “If she tries to leave before signing?” my dad whispered. “She won’t,” my mom said. “She’s always done what’s best for Jenna.” “Mom, what if she realized what’s in the envelope?” Jenna hissed. “The bank already approved everything,” my mom replied. “She’ll just agree, like she always does.” Back in my room, I saw it: a dusting of red glitter on my pillowcase. The zipper on my bag not quite closed. A torn corner of a printed page on the floor that still showed two words in bold: “Estate… draft.” They hadn’t just redecorated. They’d been in my things. Planning around me. Planning without me. When my neighbor Jason texted, “Don’t agree to anything. Call me,” I called. He told me things about my dad’s company I wasn’t supposed to hear. Quiet money moves. “Missing” details. People in town already whispering about Jenna’s “new role.” By sunrise, I was sitting in a corner booth at a nearly empty coffee shop, a to-go cup going cold in my hands, while Jason slid a tiny flash drive across the table and said a name I’d only ever heard in business headlines. “Owen Whitlock. He knows what your father’s been doing. He said if you ever felt cornered, he’d help you.” By nine a.m., I was back in town, walking into a bank conference room with my parents and sister, that same red envelope in my bag, acting like I was defeated. My dad smiled like everything was already won. The banker opened his laptop. “Before we begin,” he said carefully, “there’s been a change.” Then he said it. “Mr. Whitlock has contacted us.” The door opened. A tall man in a dark coat stepped inside like he owned the air in the room. My father’s face finally changed.
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