6 - I HATE PEAR JUICE BUT I DRANK IT ANYWAYS

Speaking of pears, today on lunch break - faster than a lightning bolt - I went to the grocery store and I bought pear juices and bran (a dusty stuff I’ve never tasted before). I still don’t like pears but they seems to rule my life on this days.

I bought it because a friend of mine told me her dietician scolded her for having a yogurt every day (as a snack of course).

Gulp! I have a yogurt everyday too…

So I searched for a better option and  I discovered that, for pears like me it would be better not to indulge on dairies at all. Screw it.

I also discovered that we pear-shaped-people have a bit more estrogens and that’s why the fat goes right on our hips and we are more prone to mood changes on those days.

In order to improve the pear-factor we need to get rid of as many estrogens as possible and it is harder during PMS since fluid (and …) retention is at its best.

Thus: less dairies and bran.

It seems this bran is a miracle-maker, it helps you get rid of toxins and also makes you feel less hungry (if only I ate because of I’m hungry).

Better (worst on my POV) you have to mix this tasteless dust into a liquid something like juices or yogurt. Since I’m not supposed to have yogurt more than 2 days in a row, that leaved me to juices and the best one for the goal I have in mind it’s pear.

Now you got why I said I’m having a pear-life.

I need my cappuccino in the morning so I’ll have my glass of soy milk no matter what but I think I’ll eke out my beloved dairies.

Pear-life sucks.

Hopefully I’ll lose a bit of weight but I doubt it, let me hope tho, it makes it easier to resist.

I still need to have a bit of control over my life and I know this is not the better way to do so but it is easier than self-harm (which left me with scars inside and outside). Bulimia hopefully will scar me only on the inside and maybe let me lose a few pounds. I know my body doesn’t answer well to starvation, at some point it makes me sicken but the number on the scale hold its position but I still have hope.

Bottom line I have a lot of issues, scale is my BFF, internet is a two edged sword, I’m a pear (and a proud one nevertheless…):  scarely so, I think I'm ok with it.