Just watching, I can feel the gag coming on. Have you ever puckered when you think about someone slurping on a lemon? (See?) I can feel the goose bumps and the subsequent total-body shiver. It’s all so visceral; it could be my experience as much as his. Well, not really, because… đ
I enjoy this morning ritual of Troy shooting apple cider vinegar for a few reasons. Firstly, I know its good for him and, being the extension of myself we’ve previously discussed, I feel healthier when he does something good for himself. It’s an interesting paradox.
And secondly, because this man can be a machine! I mean, really? There are lots of ways to get apple cider vinegar into your gut but Troy chooses the most direct way. Straight. Down. The. Hatch. Well done, sir. Well done.
Also, it’s kinda funny.
So, why the torture? It’s not the cinnamon challenge, after all.
By now, you’ve heard that apple cider vinegar is good for you. It’s a supposed panacea for everything from warts to diabetes. I’ll spare you the list because it’s extensive…
The main reason Troy is taking it is for the “gut flora”. With a name like “gut flora”, you’re likely already impressed. Sometimes I say it just for fun.
At birth, our digestive systems had the most magical, delicate cocktail of bacteria. Charming, right? Antibiotics, poor lifestyle choices, and a gazillion other delicious things created a microbial imbalance and this imbalance is to blame for, well, a lot. So we use probiotics to go about setting it right again. Proper gut flora staves off junk food cravings and aids in detoxification. It balances pH and hormone levels. It cures acne and dandruff. No joke. (PS Troy doesn’t have acne or dandruff but if he did… ACV!) Probiotics! Yogurt for the faint of heart, Kombucha for the dabblers and apple cider vinegar for the dedicated.
The Internet is full of helpful dissertations on Apple Cider Vinegar and why it’s the single thing you should have on a desert island so I won’t turn this into a lecture. But get right with your gut flora and your body is more likely to get right with you.
Hence the morning shot of agony. (Maybe I enjoy this just a little too muchđ. Nah.)
My homemade Kombucha wouldn’t be so bad now, eh?