For as long as I can remember, I was the queen of yo-yo dieting. I’d lose ten or twenty kilos, and gain them back with some interest. I tried every trend, every promise, every app — and every time I failed, I blamed myself. I thought I just didn’t have the willpower or the consistency.
The truth was simpler: I hated cooking, and I hated counting calories even more. The idea of weighing food or logging every bite felt exhausting. I didn’t understand macros, and honestly, I didn’t care to learn. I just wanted to feel better in my body again.
Most days, I’d “save calories” by barely eating during the day. By evening, hunger hit like a storm — and I’d eat everything I’d been craving, plus a little extra. Add to that the chaos of work, family, and errands, and my eating pattern was a mess. Long gaps between meals, constant fatigue, and drive-thru dinners on the way became the norm.
For years, I kept saying to my friends: Why doesn’t anyone offer a service where someone just brings you healthy and tasty ready-made meals to your house, tells you to eat them, and you’ll lose weight without overthinking it?
Then one day, scrolling online, I stumbled upon a company called Growfit. I hesitated for a few days, because the ad looked like it was food for young fit people, not a middle-aged overweight woman. Once I visited the website, I realized I could choose a package that matched my situation. I told myself: Just try it for a week, you have literally nothing to lose.
The first few days were strange. The meals were real food — generous portions, filling breakfasts, not some tiny diet snacks or powders. The low salt took some getting used to, but soon my taste buds adjusted. Even my husband, after a week of watching me eat, wanted to try. We’ve both been hooked ever since.
And something unexpected happened. I started feeling better — clearer, calmer, stronger. The weight began to drop, but for the first time, I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t obsessing. I was just… living.
At first, I thought I’d go back to “normal” food on weekends. But after a while, the old favorites didn’t even taste that good anymore. They made me feel bloated, tired, heavy. My body had learned what it meant to be nourished, and it didn’t want to go back.
After a year, I was already 65 kilos lighter. My blood tests had improved significantly. I move because I want to, not because I have to. Exercise feels like freedom, not punishment.
I didn’t find a diet. I found a rhythm. A way of eating that fits into my real life — no guilt, no obsession, no endless cooking and counting. Just food that fuels me.
And that’s why I finally succeeded.
