#poor digestion

[martin-james2121]

Unveiling the Culprit: 5 Consequences of Poor Digestion You Should Be Aware Of

Digestion is a vital process that enables our bodies to absorb nutrients and eliminate waste. However, when digestion is compromised, it can lead to several health issues that affect not only our physical well-being but also our overall quality of life. It can have far-reaching effects on your health and well-being, impacting everything from your energy levels to your skin health.

A healthy digestive system is the foundation of good health, so prioritize your digestion and invest in your well-being for a happier, healthier life. And, understanding the common side effects of poor digestion and taking steps to improve your digestive health can help you support your body’s natural processes and promote overall wellness. 

Check out these five common side effects of poor digestion and discuss how they can impact your health.  

1. Persistent Fatigue

One of the most noticeable side effects of poor digestion is persistent fatigue. When your digestive system is not functioning properly, your body struggles to break down and absorb nutrients from your food. As a result, you may not be getting the essential vitamins, minerals, and energy your body needs to function optimally. This can leave you feeling tired, sluggish, and lacking energy, even after a full night’s sleep.

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[hasansaad6413]

“Revitalize Your Digestive Health: Dr. Mofor’s Exclusive Home Remedy for Gastric Ulcers and Poor Digestion with Irish Potato”.

Are you tired of battling gastric ulcers and struggling with poor digestion? Join renowned medical professional Dr. Mofor as he unveils an exclusive home remedy in this enlightening video from Dr. Mofor Clinic. In this medium blog post, we delve into the secrets shared by Dr. Mofor, exploring the transformative power of the humble Irish potato in promoting optimal digestive health.

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[thesoundeffectpodcast]

The Secret Power of Unsent Letters

“A general principle of mental health is that the less we are able to express, the more unwell we get it. It’s when we have to stifle our rage, sadness or fear that we start to develop secondary symptoms (sleeplessness, paranoia, bitterness, poor digestion); just as our spirits can lighten, and our horizons expand, once we can find a way to lend outward form to our pains…” Follow the School of…

[supernormalblogname]

hwerg.... internal melty digestion thing but Its under the cut bc im nervy (minors dni please!)

[aloe-plant-yippee]

this was literally sherlock like half way thru the ep, it was so funny john being like put your hands up and sherlock was just “no <3”

[softfeelingsandangstywriting]

my thoughts about how Stanley got into the In-Between in the HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB au :3 bc he's my son and i am in terrible terrible pain. i just got a little silly and neeeeeded to get this out of my brain

@a-scary-lack-of-common-sense i'm lowkey (highkey) sure you didn't want 2 be pinged but here is my offering (ricky, when i catch you ricky. when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky. ricky when i catch you ricky--)

uhh word count is ~600, just a little baby drabble

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Shadows. Gold and red, triangles and hands and overwhelming fear.

Stanley.

Stanley, Stanley, Stanley, the cause for Ford’s own terror, he was with the gold and not the scarlet, but he was not supposed to be there, so close to the screaming dangerdangerdangerdangerdanger.

So far from them, he could see his brother's lips moving, moving fast, no doubt speaking whatever he thought may get him out of the situation.

Good, Ford thought bitterly. The demon was his problem and his problem alone, born of his own foolishness.

He’d be damned if Stanley found his way into its maw because of him. He needed to get up, get going, movemovemove before he lost something so dear to him once more. Fidds had been enough to teach him his lesson right and proper.

(Stanford tried to ignore that he’d almost missed the universe’s cue. That he’d almost continued his work towards the likely end of his species.)

No, no– He was almost stilled by the choking darkness, as though he were moving through a sea of molasses to get to his brother. The great beast’s eye did not move, but he could feel its look upon his skin, boring through flesh and sinew and bone into the very depths of his skull. His struggles had drawn its attention.

Yet still, it did not look as starved as it did trapped.

And its newest victim was its only likely way out.

STANLEY!

His voice, though loud in his ears, rang out exactly nowhere. This damn place, trapping him as a witness. Could he fight it? Could he push against it? Where even was he?? A mindscape? If so, who’s? Stanley’s? Because this was a very depressing mind if so. But it wasn’t his, and he had incredible doubts it was Cipher’s. And that was hinging on the question of if they could enter his or not.

A dream, maybe. He prayed it was a terrible, awful, fever-dream vivid nightmare.

That he was very much consciously thinking about and aware of. He wasn’t one to experience lucid dreams, they’d never come to him as easily as they did–

Right, Stanley. Stanley. How had he forgotten? It was, quite literally, the most important task at hand. He needed to try and do something, fight against the oppressing disgust the place was beginning to cause him and the way it felt as though it was beginning to crawl into his limbs and settle there, weighing him down.

Shit. Keep moving, keep kicking. If he stopped he might not try again to get up and that would leave his twin all on his lonesome.

Red and yellow and white and black black black black black black black black– It was all alarmingly starting to mix together in his swimming head. It was getting to him.

What was getting to him?

Right. Stan. Stan. He had to move. The scarlet was being swallowed up by the grow of the golden glow and that was never a good sign.

Stanley still wasn’t looking at him, he’d hardly moved besides the short, uncomfortable fidgets Ford knew of him (they hadn’t talked in so long. Did he get any back from their childhood, out from under pa’s thumb? Did he lose any? How well did he even still know his brother?) and the occasional glance around when the triangle had moved.

Oh, but now he was hastily backing up. A good idea. Ford was closer, but still not close enough.

Not enough to reach Stanley. Not enough to stop the gilded arm that grabbed at his twin while Ford shrieked.

Up it went, the pyramid breaking its shape to bend backwards and

down

and

down

and

down.

And Stanley was gone.

[teal-fiend]

in a world where most preds are rich as hell, like vampires. they are the upper class of society, rich enough to sustain their lifestyle of eating living humans without repercussions. anyway, you meet a pred who is broke af

[tthelady]

That entire scene with aventurine, dr. ratio, and sunday had me on my toes like it was genuinely nerve wreaking, and you could feel the tension

[aengelren]

DO NOT OPEN. jjk manga spoilers

i’m genuinely so upset, it feels a million times worse than Gojo. i need to collect my thoughts

[geryone]

hi hannah! sorry if this is weird or if you get asked this question a lot - but how do you read so much? aside from it being a habit, how do you get free time to pick a book up? and how do you not feel “hungover” from them all? sometimes when i finish a book i have to digest it before starting a new one or else i just won’t be into it, does that kind of thing happen to you to?

have a good day/night x

Hello!! Genuinely my best answer for this is that I don’t watch tv or play video games very often & I’m actively trying to use social media less. I work in a bookstore & have a lot of access to titles that I’m not paying for either as physical review copies or ebooks and because of that I have a lot of books I really want to read. I definitely experience book hangovers but the vast majority of what I read is either romance books or poetry & I switch between them so I don’t burn out on one particular genre. I think the last time I had a book hangover it was after I read Crossing by Pajtim Statovci & I didn’t pick up anything else for a week. Usually my reading is varied enough that I can process & work through my feeling about a novel when I’m also starting a new poetry collection.

[seventeendeer]

adventure time, baby, I'm going to keep it real with you: you had the perfect meta setup (a spinoff of a children's cartoon made for adults who grew up with said cartoon) for a story about two characters desperate to return to simpler times (fionna longing for the subconscious memory of a fantasy land where nothing is complex and she won't have to face the trials of young adulthood in her now-mundane world, simon longing to lose his mind again so he won't have to remember his grief) coming to realize that the "simpler times" they remember were never as straightforward as their idealized memories (fionna realizing that her black-and-white worldview was actually just deeply biased and ultimately harmful, simon realizing that ice king was just as miserable as simon himself and simply lacked the tools to parse his own emotions), the idealized past they want to return to was never real, and in order to move forward, they have to face the painful realities they've been trying to avoid, mature as people, and learn to see beauty and value in their own respective lives, even if they're not the lives they'd hoped for

and then that didn't happen. there was a perfect metaphor for the false allure of nostalgia using THE "whimsical at first glance/shockingly grim under the surface" children's cartoon RIGHT THERE. How Did You Fuck That Up

[10underoot2]

So Haein basically told him that the MP3 was hers telling him that she remembers such a small detail from High school cause it pertains to them only to say immediately afterwards I'm going to be reborn soon after my surgery.

I - I'm not okay.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello! I enjoyed thenamesh photographer AU very much and wanted to ask you very friendly if you would continue that one?

We had the lingerie shooting so how about Thena having to shoot some aesthetic stuff because of a deal with a big brand? Gil is surely very stunned by her beauty! What if they look at the end results and Thena is amazed how good and naturally he captured her?

"Kitchen stuff, huh?"

She smiled as he walked into the 'set', lights already set up in the luxurious kitchen they were staging for the brand. "Lifestyle aesthetic, I think they're calling it."

Gil chuckled, not arguing against it at all as he set down his camera bag. "More comfortable than lingerie, at least?"

"Infinitely."

It was a nice kitchen, and Thena did seem at home in it. It was brightly lit, billowy white curtains at the windows, fine marble counters and stainless steel appliances. She looked like she fit right in, even though she once told him that the most she could use in her own kitchen was the microwave.

"What have you been doing?" she asked as he set his camera up on its tripod. She even had a mug clasped in her hands, although it was highly likely that it was empty.

"Hm, some wedding stuff, a couple clothing shoots," Gil murmured as he got his settings where he wanted them. He smiled at her; she looked gorgeous. "Hey, is this your own wardrobe?"

Thena laughed, which of course warranted snapping a picture. "Surprisingly, yes; I wore this here and they said it would be fine. I won't really be the focus of the shots anyway."

Gil cleared his throat; right, they weren't here to capture her anyway. That was something he would need to keep in mind. Otherwise he would be handing over piles and piles of proofs that were just of Thena again. Druig had given him a real earful about it come time for editing.

"Well, let's start with the ones that are with you," Gil chuckled, walking over to her and putting his hands on her shoulders. She rose into his touch and off the kitchen stool. He tilted his head faintly before looking down, "I didn't know they let models wear flat shoes."

"Sh," Thena smiled just for him, wiggling her toes in her sandals, "they told me they're looking for the barefoot kitchen type of look. I told them I'm not flexible enough to curl up in some windowsill."

"That's not true," Gil laughed it off, although he couldn't help but imagine just that. He guided her over to the window in question, "let's start with you standing, though."

"Gladly." Thena was still clasping the mug in her hands that helped with the soft summer-but-sweater-weather vibe. "I'm just glad this is a solo shoot."

Gil clicked a picture without even looking at it. Sometimes he could be very, very happy with the results of blind shooting like that. "Sick of the other models already?"

"That would not be such a statement if they were at all bearable company," Thena rolled her eyes, tugging at the loose turtleneck of her thin sweater.

Gil didn't have an argument to that either. They had been pretty insufferable when he had worked with them. And Thena had to deal with them undoubtedly more often than he did. "What did you have after the lingerie shoot?"

"The same company launched its swimwear, so we were all contracted for that."

He had seen the photos from that, actually. They didn't do Thena justice and he could tell that she was uncomfortable for them. He hadn't even looked at any of the other photos from it though.

"Then they did some other shoots while I did a few jewellery shoots," she shrugged, moving as Gil gave her tiny directions about turning slightly or angling her herself differently. "I haven't had to put up with them for a few weeks now. Although maybe I shouldn't say that."

Gil smirked, catching the photo in which her eyes found his. "Don't jinx yourself. Or you'll get stuck in an elevator or something with them."

"Please don't joke like that," she groaned, tipping her head back, although even while faking her agony she had a slight smile on her face.

Gil snapped another picture. "I mean, are they always so... "

"Unruly?" Thena raised her mug partially and then lowered it again. She was also forgetting it was completely empty.

"I was gonna say annoying." Thena burst into a full, real laugh, much to Gil's delight. Sure, they made great pictures, but she also just had a cute laugh. "But maybe unruly would be better for my career."

"I wouldn't think you would have any problems," Thena tilted her head. "Last I checked, you were so in demand I couldn't even get a request for you submitted."

"You put in a request for me?" His head shot up like a dog hearing about a walk, or a treat. Thena toyed with the ends of her hair, but he grinned. "I wish it had gone through, but I was Spain for a while for two weddings back to back. No wonder you couldn't get me."

"Indeed," Thena mumbled, a little more reticent after her accidental reveal to him.

"But hey, I'm back now," he shrugged.

"Hm," she moved from one side of the window to leaning against it directly back to front. "Do you like doing weddings?"

"Honestly," Gil set the camera on a timer and took a seat, "no."

She laughed again.

"It's long, I have to move around a lot," he grumbled, recalling the endless days in the hot Castilian sun. "Everyone's stressed, and tired, and cranky, even if they act like they aren't. And there's never enough time to set up."

Thena gave him a smile that seemed equally sympathetic and teasing, "doesn't your style need less set up than most?"

"Well, sure," he shrugged, practically pouting, "but I still have to check the lighting and choose my settings and my lens and stuff!"

"Right," she smiled and shook her head. That was a perfect one to snap.

"Anyway, we got through it, at least," he rolled his eyes. "The last one I had couldn't even save me a meal while I was shooting the reception! I had to go beg the catering guys for leftovers!"

"That does seem to be so neglectful it borders on cruel," Thena admitted, setting the mug down. "Do you have anything?"

Oh, he had gotten the money shot several minutes ago. Her smiling in the window, the sun on her shoulder, catching in her white-blonde hair. He just liked talking with her. "Yeah, I think so."

Thena abandoned the empty mug and came over to him. She wasn't that vain a creature for a model, but she did like seeing when he had something he personally quite liked. "Wow."

"It's good, right?" he smiled as she tucked herself around his shoulder to look at the picture that would probably be front and center for the store advertisements.

"I look-" she blinked, shaking her head as if in disbelief.

"Stunning," Gil supplied, and it broke whatever spell was over her, leaving some shyness in its place. He grinned, nudging her gently, "come on, you do!"

Thena cleared her throat, taking a step away from him and back under the lights, "it's a great picture, Gil."

That almost sounded like a challenge; he smirked, "there are more to come. Let's see if we can get you curled up on a windowsill."

"Oh, no, no, no," she shook her head adamantly.

"We can fake it," he suggested, but Thena stayed strong, laughing all the while. "You can sit on the table and I'll just edit you."

"I'm not sitting on the table!"

[gxlden-angels]

I think it's so funny that I stayed mentally in the church for so long cause the pastor would go on and on about how anxiety stemmed from doubting the lord or whatever and I still ate that shit up as if I wasn't constantly shaking, crying and throwing up from anxiety like a neurotic chihuahua on caffeine from like 7 years old onward

[bunnyyu]

My digestive system is not digestive systeming the way it should be digestive systeming

[lilapplesheadcannons]

Thinking about Lan Qiren watching news on television while sharing the couch with one of Lan Wangji's rabbits. He's stroking his beard. The rabbit is desperately chewing on a cabbage leaf.