Fitness & Mental health

  The beginning of 2024 felt like nothing more than a harsh extension of the chaotic 2023. Determined to change that course, I decided to work on manifestation but  things didn’t quite unfold as I expected. Surely, I wanted to create financial stability, but I also wanted to add the cherry on top by visualizing my future partner. And yes, in that regard, it seemed to work. Just a week later, he appeared—his looks, age, nationality, even wealth matched exactly what I had imagined. I thought to myself, this is it, the beginning of a new chapter. Without going into too much detail, things with him moved at a brisk pace—concerts, theater, trips, adventures, all generously sponsored by Mister X. I took advantage of the high tide and surfed the wave, while trying to ignore the red flags already flashing before me. To give you an idea, he promised me a €500,000 sailing boat and nearly a million-euro villa in Tuscany where we could retire in two years. He said he loved me after jus...

  L ast night, I had planned my day carefully, including a juicy upper body session at the gym that I was really looking forward to. Unfortunately, I got caught up in some paperwork and emails at home, which delayed my workout to 11:30 a.m. instead of the 10 a.m. slot I’d originally planned. But hey — nothing was going to stop me. I knew how to adapt my session: a few supersets and shorter rest times would do the trick. I threw on my headphones, hopped on my bike, and rode straight to the gym. No time to waste. After warming up, I jumped into military presses  10kg, then 12kg, and finally pushing hard with 14kg. I felt strong, empowered, and ready to keep going. I moved on to one of my favorite exercises: triceps on the pulley machine. Just last year, I was lifting 6kg, and now I'm hitting 12.5kg. It’s a relatively safe movement, so I push it to failure,  the kind of pushing that paralyzes your arms by the end. One set, two sets ,  I was in the zone. Motivated and co...

  A couple of years ago, I found myself in the lowest emotional place I had ever been. I had lost my job, had no partner or anyone to support me, and had no friends, I had moved to a new place, far from home, with no familiar faces around.  It was winter, and both my body and mind  completely collapsed. I’ve never been a fan of psychiatric medication (although I respect all choices)  but believe me, I was so lost that I even started considering it. To give you a bigger picture, I’ve been a rock climber for many years, champion of my country for several years—an example of strength and determination. So what happened to that “invincible” Gaby? What was the bit that broke all the pieces? The answer was… the pressure. Holding the pressure to live up to my own expectations for years, and to support my daughter, because as a single mom, as it wasn’t enough—I had to do it all alone. I didn’t have a choice; I was the only one who could save me. But suddenly, my “superhero” ...