Inga Balciuniene

10 years ago I was a gym client, working out with the fitness machines and bored while doing so. You know how it is: you start with enthusiasm, after a month you go because you are paying the monthly fee, later on, you go to the gym less and less. You make hundreds of excuses

I remember that Christmas Eve of 1993. At that time I was just 21 years old, but I had already been married and started my adult life as a housewife. I remember that wonderful winter day. The beauty of winter’s magic dance hypnotized me while I was staring at it through the window. The puffy