How my way to end sugar quickly became the way to hell

And from the western two docks it was possible to stare directly at the smaller, even western, even more private dock reserved for the exclusive use of guests staying in Vivamayr Villa (which is true for EUR 3,750 per night). My colleagues regular guests and I locked into a private villa and tried to recognize the characteristics of the face or even the age of the woman we saw there. (Impossible.) They kept looking at each other to see if someone was a celebrity. How nice and as expensive as Vivamayr, almost everyone knew about something even nicer and even more expensive, where even richer people could pay money for similar services; I heard so much talk about such places that I finally found out that I was thinking of Vivamayra as a twist, Dumpy Cousin. I was wondering, the key to the success of Vivamayra? Can Ultrawealthy be convinced of the virtue of the program only if their goal is somehow less than ideal?

When I noticed my relentless effort for my Dr. Vivamayra, her eyes sparkled like cut sugar on cookies with food cut in seasonal shapes. “I mean something,” she said at our first meeting: “Functional myodiagnostic” testing on “food intolerance”. I had no idea what the hell was; It sounded great.

On the afternoon, I climbed down to her office to steep sunshine. She culminated to lie down on my test table. I was supposed to use my thigh muscles to move my knee towards my head and overwhelmed with a gentle pressure as it pushed my knee in the opposite direction. I easily moved it. The knocking of adolescent smidgens began on my tongue using wooden depression. After each of the crumbs, I was instructed to repeat my knees to my head. If my tongue met the fabric, my body “does not like”, the doctor said, my muscles would be up to 20 seconds before recovering, they will be weaker up to 20 seconds. In this way, it would identify allergies, weaknesses and shortcomings in my diet. I moved my knee without problems until she put a fine white powder on my tongue; Suddenly I could hardly push her against her. “That’s actually what I thought,” she said.

My muscles responded poorly to several crumbs of yeast, said the doctor, which meant that my desire for sweets was caused by fungal infection in my intestine. She explained the microorganisms of the infection, lived on sweets, and I kept feeding them. “We have to starve it,” said the doctor, what is growing in me. “You know what it means: no sweets.” No yeast. “I would also have to take medication. I was growing. I believed that my own preferences were obviously insatiable taste of a foreign attacker. “What would it cause?” I asked. The doctor believed that I had this infection “for a very long time”; Maybe it grew out of the antibiotics I took at some point in my childhood, she said. She was “absolutely amazed” that my body was no longer devastated.

I was not ready to give up with sweets just because I lost control of my person decades ago for an extraterrestrial sponge that kidnapped my mind in his tireless persecution of sugar. Because I worked well with the infection, I was thinking out loud, there was no risk that if I tried to eradicate it, my body chemistry would fall out of the morning? The only risk, the doctor said, was that it allowed him to flourish uncontrolled. “It could interfere with your intestines” if I kept it “too long,” she said. “It could really damage your intestines.” And your desire from sugar will never end. “If I successfully eradicated the infection, she added that my digestion, which was already good, could somehow become even better.