Made from forty fruits and vegetables, most of which are organic, Patriot Power Greens is comprised of a relatively wide variety of ingredients that include spirulina, beet juice, kale, a few kinds of seaweed, broccoli, spinach, cauliflower, prunes, berries, coconut water, and the prebiotic fiber inulin, which is linked to digestive benefits.
It also contains six digestive enzymes and ten strains of probiotic bacteria, including B. Lactis, L. Paracasei and S. Thermophilus, which are linked to improved digestion and nutrient absorption. However, it doesn’t state how many probiotics are in a serving, so it’s hard to measure its effectiveness against other products.
The product is berry flavor, and it tastes very good — a little like artificial mixed berry flavor with undertones of apple and passionfruit.
I only say it tastes artificial because I’m not used to this kind of flavor from an “all-natural” product. But the flavoring appears to stem largely from apple powder, which is one of the first ingredients, and acai berry, pear, pomegranate, papaya, grape, raspberry, blueberry, strawberry, blackberry, black currant, mango, and passionfruit.
It’s actually almost as sweet as real fruit juice, which might be off-putting to folks who are averse to sugary food. For my money, it’s one of th
I’m really emphasizing this factor because the digestive benefits are the only claims this product makes that resonated with me. The company doesn’t disclose how much of each ingredient it contains, and it also doesn’t provide information as to what vitamins and minerals this “health supplement” actually contains.
There are only two reasons to do anything in life: a) because it feels good, or b) because it’s something you believe to be good or right. Sometimes these two reasons align. Something feels good AND is the right thing to do and that’s just fucking fantastic. Let’s throw a party and eat cake.
But more often, these two things don’t align. Something feels shitty but is right/good (getting up at 5AM and going to the gym, hanging out with grandma Joanie for an afternoon and making sure she’s still breathing), or something feels fucking great but is the bad/wrong thing to do (pretty much anything involving penises).
you had a hard day, a little bit won’t kill ya.” And you’re like, “Hey, you’re right! Thanks, brain!” What feels good suddenly feels right. And then you shamelessly inhale a pint of Cherry Garcia.
You know you shouldn’t cheat on your exam, but your brain says, “You’re working two jobs to put yourself through college, unlike these spoiled brats in your class. You deserve a little boost from time to time,” and so you sneak a peek at your classmate’s answers and voila, what feels good is also what feels right.
You know you should vote, but you tell yourself that the system is corrupt, and besides, your vote won’t matter anyway. And so you stay home and play with your new drone that’s probably illegal to fly in your neighborhood. But **** it, who cares? This is America and the whole point is to get fat doing whatever you want. That’s like, the sixth amendment, or something.2
Maybe I’m sad today. Maybe there are eight different reasons I can be sad today. Maybe some of them are important and some of them aren’t. But I get to decide how important those reasons are—whether those reasons state something about my character or whether it’s just one of those sad days.
This is the skill that’s perilously missing today: the ability to de-couple meaning from feeling, to decide that just because you feel something, it doesn’t mean life is that something.
your feelings. Sometimes, good things will make you feel bad. Sometimes, bad things will make you feel good. That doesn’t change the fact that they are good/bad. Sometimes, you will feel bad about feeling good about a bad thing and you will feel good about feeling bad about a good thi—you know what? **** it. Just **** feelings.
This doesn’t mean you should ignore your feelings. Feelings are important. But they’re important not for the reasons we think they are. We think they’re important because they say something about us, about the world, and about our relationship with it. But they say none of these things. There’s no meaning attached to feelings. Sometimes you hurt for a good reason. Sometimes for a bad reason. And sometimes no reason at all. The hurt itself is neutral. The reason is separate.
The point is that you get to decide. And many of us have either forgotten or never realized that fact. But we decide what our pain means. Just as we decide what our successes expose.
And more often than not, any answer except one will tear you apart inside. And that answer is: nothing.
It only says that it contains 30 percent of your daily Vitamin A and 6 percent of your daily iron, which isn’t that high for a greens a powder. That would be more acceptable if it was just marketed as a probiotic supplement, except it also doesn’t say how many probiotics it has.
ive hundred years ago cartographers believed California was an island. Doctors believed that slicing your arm open and bleeding everywhere could cure disease. Scientists believed fire was made out of something called phlogiston. Women believed rubbing dog urine on their face had anti-aging benefits. And astronomers believed the sun revolved around the earth.
When I was a little boy