Made from forty fruits and vegetables, most of which are organic, Patriot Power Greens is comprised of a relatively wide variety of ingredients that include spirulina, beet juice, kale, a few kinds of seaweed, broccoli, spinach, cauliflower, prunes, berries, coconut water, and the prebiotic fiber inulin, which is linked to digestive benefits.
It also contains six digestive enzymes and ten strains of probiotic bacteria, including B. Lactis, L. Paracasei and S. Thermophilus, which are linked to improved digestion and nutrient absorption. However, it doesn’t state how many probiotics are in a serving, so it’s hard to measure its effectiveness against other products.
The product is berry flavor, and it tastes very good — a little like artificial mixed berry flavor with undertones of apple and passionfruit.
I only say it tastes artificial because I’m not used to this kind of flavor from an “all-natural” product. But the flavoring appears to stem largely from apple powder, which is one of the first ingredients, and acai berry, pear, pomegranate, papaya, grape, raspberry, blueberry, strawberry, blackberry, black currant, mango, and passionfruit.
It’s actually almost as sweet as real fruit juice, which might be off-putting to folks who are averse to sugary food. For my money, it’s one of th
I’m really emphasizing this factor because the digestive benefits are the only claims this product makes that resonated with me. The company doesn’t disclose how much of each ingredient it contains, and it also doesn’t provide information as to what vitamins and minerals this “health supplement” actually contains.
There are only two reasons to do anything in life: a) because it feels good, or b) because it’s something you believe to be good or right. Sometimes these two reasons align. Something feels good AND is the right thing to do and that’s just fucking fantastic. Let’s throw a party and eat cake.
But more often, these two things don’t align. Something feels shitty but is right/good (getting up at 5AM and going to the gym, hanging out with grandma Joanie for an afternoon and making sure she’s still breathing), or something feels fucking great but is the bad/wrong thing to do (pretty much anything involving penises).
you had a hard day, a little bit won’t kill ya.” And you’re like, “Hey, you’re right! Thanks, brain!” What feels good suddenly feels right. And then you shamelessly inhale a pint of Cherry Garcia.
You know you shouldn’t cheat on your exam, but your brain says, “You’re working two jobs to put yourself through college, unlike these spoiled brats in your class. You deserve a little boost from time to time,” and so you sneak a peek at your classmate’s answers and voila, what feels good is also what feels right.
You know you should vote, but you tell yourself that the system is corrupt, and besides, your vote won’t matter anyway. And so you stay home and play with your new drone that’s probably illegal to fly in your neighborhood. But fuck it, who cares? This is America and the whole point is to get fat doing whatever you want. That’s like, the sixth amendment, or something.2