I can clearly remember the moment I first felt this warmth and peace inside me, like someone was hugging me, saying that everything goes just right, that I don’t need to prove anything or hurry anywhere anymore. I was going back home. Late at night. By bus. And it was raining. But for me it was a perfect time. The time I have found my life happiness.
And before that was a painful need to publish American photos where I was pictured with 4 extra kilos (ok-ok, just go and compare now:) ), disgust from my Instagram account feed with its useless and hypocritical people, lack of ideas, tiredness and hopeless. That is probably how wheel hamster can feel if he ever realizes he is a wheel humster.
I started with sports. You know that those 1,5 gym hours bring my thoughts in order. And the body followed the thoughts: I turned back to constant trainings, lost 2 kilos in a week detox programm and re-read my favorite macrobiotic book at the same time. That was the first step to the healthy eating and cooking. Afterwards I re-read another book – “Parisian and her style” – to improve my appearance and to become inspired to care about my beautiness more. But only the third book of the month presented me the person to be inspired by – Elizabeth Gilberth, “Eat, Pray, Love” hero and author. She gave up everything for a year long journey towards herself.