From now on, this is my favorite SUOERFOOD food! I love the concentration; no waste of space, especially when opened in a small fridge! But I need a full MUG of this great Chicken Bone Broth to feel satisfied, or 2/3 of a large pouch...2 pouches will last me for 3 days! But it is OK. The taste is soooo gooood, you can almost visualize those 24 hours it takes to make this REAL Bone Broth in order to get the very last benefits from those bones. But the greatest surprise awaited me WITHOUT WARNING OF ANY SORT, as I have just started to easily put myself through an easy habit of great tasting and so EASILY DIGESTIBLE daily Bone Broth sipping in LESS THAN A WEEK. I started my slow usually painful and lack of energy always a bit discouraging routine. I usually divide all my Daily living activities into small steps and small projects; this way I know at the end of the day that I have at least been able to do a few things, without getting discouraged. This is for good reason that I depend on well organized RESILIENCE, as I am a survivor of Surgical Butchery from the seventies where surgeons have attempted a new and failed technique on a group of women and I unfortunately happened to be one of their Guinnea Pigs, even though I did not suffer from th same illness as all of their other failed attempts. All of their patients died, except me! But I am left with no stomach, just a part of small intestine sewn as a pouch for a stomach, and 2/3 of the rest of my small intestine gone... forever of course. There is as yet, no transplant possibility for the gastric System. Therefore one has to make do; the body has to pretend it knows how to digest, though the main area for digestion and absorption does not exist anymore. It is as though my body has to invent a new digestive pathway at EACH MEAL. Result: absorption, weight and maintining energy levels are a constant discouraging challenge, though I still manage to try to attempt as normal a life as I can. But ALWAYS with no extra of anything... to the point that in order to maintain an independant life, I now have to live 23hours a day bedridden because of chronic lack of absorption playing a pretty severe game on my muscles and nerves, mainly the nerve fibers in the legs and abdomen. I therefore have to function by work stations: I gather everything I need for all daily living activities around my bed which serves as an office, as I have to rest. If I have regained enough, I will attempt another block of energy spending, from bed for now on; I may or may be able to get through another block of activities for a while and then have to rest again. And if it has been a not too challenging day, I might be able to do something for the pure sake of enjoyment, however, this is most of the time, the place where failure is most prevalent: I will start getting everything ready to play the violin, for example, and as I am ready to put bow to strings, I have to abandon, not enough energy left. And then I try NOT to get discouraged, as I am a strong proponent of RESILIENCE and at least find solace in having improved on organizing but this, takes up a lots of mental energy to keep it up. Years ago, when I was faced with failure to succeed in doing a task, I would divide the activity in parts and at least find solace in having improved on better managing more and more parts of the activity. But with time passing, solace was harder and harder just to find. But last week, to my great surprise, after less than a week of sipping 1 1/2 portions of Chicken (mainly) and Beef Bone Broth, I started my usual Monday morning routine and realized I could get through my very FIRST almost entire planned Daily Living Activity without realizing it. It is only as I was ready to play a bit of violin, that I realized that I wouldn't be able to go any further. But without even thinking about it, I simply adjusted my energy expenditure, put the violin away and grabbed my lightless Celtic harp instead, rearranged myself between my pillows and went through some arpegios to check how much in tune my harp was. Normally, I would feel a little pinch of sadness in my chest when I was realizing that I needed some serious tuning instead of only fine tuning, as I knew that instead of having the pleasure of playing the harp, most of my time, if not ALL of my precious time to myself would be used to tune instead of playing. So again, last week, I was realizing there was some tuning needed, but without thinking about it, I started tuning and playing a few parts of a musical piece for sheer pleasure. But suddenly, I was stopped in my movement; it was as though I was realizing, especially with the music playing routine adjustment, that a VERY NEW ENERGY LEVEL had kept me ON THE GO, for so long, without that sourness in the pit of my artificial stomach: I had done stuff that I normally only plan, adjust and readjust, in order to manage some routine activity between my having to rest and restart, thanks to BONE BROTH!!!
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