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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

"Exciting to share a hotel room with my brother-in-law"

Sunday

“If you really want to get results quickly, I can advise you to book personal training. That is possible with me, for example,” says Foppe. “That will cost you 65 euros per hour. You will of course also have to pay attention to your diet.” He looks at me expectantly. I sigh. It's November! The shops are full of pepernoten, chocolate letters and marzipan. I don't feel like going on a diet now, I think it's way too cold and too dark for that. “Many of my clients benefit from intermittent fasting,” Foppe continues. “Then you can eat anything, just not all day. You eat for 8 hours a day and fast for 16 hours a day. I'm silent. Maybe sometime in January. Not now. And I don't have the money for that personal training either. So I'll explain that to Foppe. “No problem,” he says. "I'll make a schedule. And if you come here to train and I'm there too, I can always assist you."

Thursday

Yesterday I saw at De Oranjewinter that Louis van Gaal said that he has lost no less than 15 kilos with intermittent fasting. Maybe I should do that too. I look in the mirror. You can clearly see that I have arrived. I hate that I let myself go like this. But yes, Mark expects wine and tasty snacks in addition to a game of nice sex. I just hope he comes on time, because I can only eat between 12 and 8 o'clock.

But Mark is not on time at all. He rings the bell at 9:30 am. I'm in a really bad mood right now. So on the very first day my diet has already failed. And I also hate that our dates have gone the same way for weeks. Mark comes to me, we eat, we drink and we have sex. I always have to look good and I always have to feel like it. We haven't eaten out in weeks and haven't traveled in months. I'm just his caretaker.

I got sushi. Mark attacks as if he hasn't eaten in weeks. I thoughtfully nibble on a small piece of cucumber. My stomach is rumbling. But I want to be strong. Mark looks at me in surprise and asks why I'm not eating. “I am on a diet,” I say truthfully. “I had a measurement done at the gym and it was not so good.” Mark frowns. "I'm not interested in this," he says. “Josien is also always busy with lines. She just gets fatter. You are fine the way you are.” He pushes aside the remains of the food. "Come and sit on my lap." He presses his mouth to mine. He gives me a long, intoxicating kiss and unbuttons my blouse. He first takes one nipple in his mouth and then the other. His mouth wanders over my body to where my thighs meet. And then I forget everything around me.

At 10 o'clock he is already gone. I eat all the leftover sushi and feel even worse than before. My phone beeps. Is that Mark to say something nice? Or to ask what I want as a Christmas present? But no. It's my brother-in-law Maarten. "Can't we meet something," he texts. "In a hotel or something?" I shake my head. Sharing a hotel room with my brother-in-law is undoubtedly exciting, but it's not wise. I delete his message without replying.

Friday

When I'm just standing on the treadmill, I see Foppe's happy face. He raises the incline a bit and looks at his watch. “Come on, let's make a schedule together,” he says. "If you have time, of course." I nod. He explains all the devices to me for an hour and tells me that if I come and do this schedule at least twice a week, I will see results. Then he asks if I would like a cup of tea, because he has a break now.

I look at the clock. It is 12 o'clock. How nice. I can eat again! I order a cappuccino and enthusiastically throw myself into the cookie. "I don't want to get involved, but whole milk and trans fats are not a good idea if you want to lose weight," says Foppe. Guilt-conscious, I put the cookie down. “Tell me a little bit about yourself,” he says. What kind of work do you do? And what about private? Are you married? Do you have children?" “I'm in between jobs right now,” I say truthfully. “I now have a short sabbatical, but I want to get back to work in January. And I have a two-year-old daughter. Her name is Ella.” And then I hesitate. Am I going to tell you that I am in a relationship with a married man? I estimate that Foppe will not react so positively to that. “And besides, I'm single,” I laugh. "And you?"

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bron: de Telegraaf

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