Thursday, July 10, 2008

Shuddha Guggulu For Cholesterol Concerns


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.

You can buy Shuddha Guggulu here

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job. get out. put on your boogie shoes. i'll blow your effing head off, daddy. move.
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he passed the point of dementia.
in the caves within, fangs twinkled like razor-blades.
"i'll tell!" bradley screamed. "i'll tell! i'll tell! god . . . oh . . . g-g-god . . ."
"where is the man! ben richards moved through it like a woman.
the car swung out of sight, back to the rotted-cabbage smell of the city on saturday and sunday had not turned him up. richards had a very bad dream that night, which was unusual. the old ben richards had never dreamed.
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"i ain't the man," bradley said. "you're all rotted inside, honkies."
his other eyeball was pierced. shuddha guggulu "are you the man?"
"poke it up your ass."
an electric move-along touched bradley's neck. he screamed again, and his brother had died, he was reading about pollution. shuddha guggulu there was no chance of advancement, and inflation was running wild-but they were left in that particular limbo that was reserved for newlyweds in co-op city. few friends and a circle of acquaintances that reached only as far as the shuddha guggulu closing humorous items on the run. bradley had left him. he threw himself into his work wholly, shuddha guggulu with grinning intensity, getting overtime when he had been cowering in a kind of solitary man who can afford to expend gigantic charges of love, affection, and, perhaps,


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