It is a common foodstuff carry tags claiming to be “free from cholesterol”, “low fat”. Lately, the word “cholesterol” has become a cursed word in the world health, and not without reason.
Although Cholesterol is required for various functions in the body, too much of it can be bad for your health as it can put you at risk of heart disease and stroke. Hence, keeping your cholesterol levels low is important, regardless of your age or health condition.
Although lifestyle changes like diet and exercise are essential in lowering your cholesterol levels, they may not be enough sometimes. Even if you exercise daily and eat right, you may still have a hard time lowering your cholesterol levels due to your age, gender or family history.
Herbal remedy for Cholesterol Control
In Sanskrit, Guggulu means, “that which protects from disease”. Shuddha Guggulu, a traditional Ayurvedic medication used to treat high cholesterol, is widely used in India and was first recommended as a treatment for hardening of the arteries in 600 BC. This ancient diagnosis is similar to the modern description of atherosclerosis or blocking of arteries leading to problem with the heart.
Shuddha Guggulu is purified gum-resin exudates from the plant Commiphora wightii. Guggulu is a small to medium size tree found in the acrid regions of Arabia and India. The plant produces this gum when its bark is injured. Shuddha Guggulu helps to regulate lipid metabolism, which helps in weight control and body fat reduction.
Clinical research on Shuddha Guggulu shows reduction in total cholesterol levels and LDL cholesterol levels. Besides, the anti-inflammatory properties of Shuddha Guggulu also lower arthritis pain.
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bradley burst out wildly. "don't talk no more about it! "
richards looked at bradley questioningly.
"open it."
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"it's getting better. shuddha guggulu take my wallet out for me. i can't make my arm work just right yet."
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"what will you do if you make it. send us a million. put us on easy street."
"do you think they'd let you get out quick?"
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