From the author: If you need help, please contact me. Now I am enrolling in an individual weight loss course until results are achieved. Today I found posts from two years ago. I saw a very interesting story about weight loss. Names, city changed because... Confidentiality is extremely important in this story. Why? Read on...In the city of N, Larisa came to me for a consultation with her 10th son, his name was Maxim. Mom's weight is 86 kg, son's weight is also 86 kg!!! Dad did not live with his family. Only mother was involved in raising. The boy, at 10 years old, looked more like a young man, but he behaved very modestly, was shy and clung to his mother when I asked him questions. From the conversation it turned out that Maxim was being seen by an endocrinologist, but he had no hormonal disorders. When asked about the reasons for weight gain, Larisa said the following: “He was overweight since childhood, but when my husband and I divorced, Maxim began to gain weight very quickly. At that time, I worked a lot, and he was often left alone at home. I ate everything I found in the refrigerator. - How are meals in your family? - You know, I work as a guard in a women’s prison. The work schedule is such that I return home late. Along the way I buy bread, cheese and sausage. I come home tired and have no strength to cook. My son and I make sandwiches, pour large mugs of tea with sugar and have dinner. - Breakfast? - Same thing for breakfast. Sometimes I make porridge if I can wake up early. But to be honest, this rarely happens. True, I get very tired at work. - How does Maxim eat during the day? - He doesn’t eat at school. I give him money. He buys something. We started learning how to lose weight. Several meetings, recommendations, work with motivation to lose weight. Development of an individual nutrition plan. First results. I remember how, during several consultations in a row, I tried to convince, explain, and inspire that fragmented nutrition is the foundation on which weight loss is built. We discussed various recommendations, but returned to fractional nutrition quite often. Having examined the basic principles of effective weight loss, we parted for a month. I remember how we met again. It was a great, sunny day. I met Larisa and Maxim in my office. Visually, mom did not change and was sad. Maxim lost a lot of weight, became more like a child, but there was no joy on his face either. I didn’t know what had happened, but I was very glad to see them, because I gave my best at each of our meetings, I thought about them between consultations. I was interested to know if our work had borne fruit. The result was: mom lost 2 kg, Maxim lost 8 kg. I think you have a question, why did mom lose only 2 kg? This question arose for me as well. I carefully asked if she was satisfied with the dynamics of weight loss. “Great result, well done!” Why do you think there is such a difference in performance between you and your son? He's probably young and moves more))) -You know, Andrey, two weeks ago I was almost killed. We have a women's area. Two cellmates lost a lot of money at cards. In order to move to a higher regime and leave the zone, they killed a woman, their cellmate. But to be sure, they also wanted to kill the warden. I was on duty that day. We were doing our evening rounds. They attacked me with a knife and wanted to stab me in the back. It’s good that my partner managed to react and I wasn’t cut. If it weren't for my partner. Maxim would have been left an orphan. When I think about this, tears well up. Then there was an internal investigation. Interrogations. I gave away so many nerves. I didn’t sleep at all for several nights. Sometimes I have nightmares. I close my eyes and there is a picture in front of my face: a camera, a knife, rage, screams, dogs barking. I’m scared. - How do you feel now? - It’s easier now, but it’s still shaking. We'll go on vacation soon. We remember all your recommendations. I started cooking. Now, no matter how tired I am after work, I cook two dishes: the first and the second. So that Maxim has something to eat. After that story, I couldn’t eat for several days; I couldn’t get a piece of food into my throat. But I cooked for Max. Now we have a fractional supply. He even goes to school.