Like my journey to quit sugar, it quickly became a journey to hell

And with more west of two docks, you could stare directly at the smaller, even more western, even more private dock reserved for the sole exploit of guests staying in Vivamayr Villa (which lasts 3750 euros per night). My colleagues guests and I narrowed in the private dock of the villa and tried to recognize the features of the face, and even the age of the woman we saw there. (Impossible.) Still people looked at themselves to see if someone was a celebrity. Although Vivamayr was nice and high-priced, almost everyone knew about even nicer and even more high-priced, where more richer people could pay money for similar services; I overheard so much talking about such places that I finally thought about Vivamayra as a summary, dropping my cousin. I wondered that this is the key to Vivamayra’s success? Can ultrasration be convinced of the virtues of the program only if their goal is somehow less than perfect?

When I described my relentless pursuit of sweets for my doctor Vivamayr, her eyes shone like grinding sugar on shop cookies cut into seasonal shapes. “I mean something,” she said at our first meeting: “Functional honey diagnostic” testing “food intolerance”. I had no idea what the hell was; It sounded great.

In the designated afternoon I climbed the steep sun stairs to her office. She banned me, relying on the exam table. I was supposed to exploit my thigh muscles to lift my knee towards my head, overpowering it with exquisite pressure when she pushed her knee in the opposite direction. I moved it easily. She began to knock on the language of Smidgens substance with a wooden depressor. After each folding of the crumbs, I was instructed to repeat the maneuver to my knee. If my language encountered a substance, my body “doesn’t like”, said the doctor, my muscles would become weaker for 20 seconds, before recovery. In this way, she would identify allergies, weaknesses and deficiencies in my diet. I moved my knee without a problem until she put a miniature white powder on the tongue; Suddenly I could barely press her. “That’s what I thought,” she said.

The doctor informed that my muscles reacted badly to several yeast crumbs, which meant that my desire for sweets was caused by a fungal infection in my intestine. She explained the microorganisms of infection, lived on sweets, and I was constantly feeding them. “We have to starve him,” said the doctor about what is growing in me. “You know what it means: without sweets. No yeast. “I would have to take medicine too. I was unfolded. I thought that my own preferences were apparently the unsaturated appetite of a foreign invader. “What would it cause?” I asked. The doctor believed that I had this infection “for a long time”; Perhaps she grew out of an antibiotic that I took at some point in my childhood, she said. She was “absolutely amazed” that my body was not devastated more.

I was not ready to give up sweets just because I lost control of my person several dozen years ago for some foreign mushroom that kidnapped my mind in a relentless pursuit of sugar. Because I was functioning well with an infection, I wondered aloud if there was no risk that if I tried to eliminate it, my body chemistry would come out of the fight? The only risk, said the doctor, was still allowing him to flourish. “This may interfere with your intestines,” if I stop it “too long”, she said. “This can really harm your intestines. And your desire for sugar will never end. ” If I successfully eliminated the infection, she added, my digestion, which was already good, maybe in a sense will become even better.