Visceral fat is a hidden health issue not talked about as much as it should be. While most people know about subcutaneous fat–the fat that you can see and pinch, many don’t know about visceral fat, which is located deep in your abdomen. It wraps around your vital organs and can cause serious health issues like some cancers, stroke, type 2 diabetes and more.
When the time comes that you to reflect on your life and the things you’ve done Will you see someone smart or someone dumb? Those things you thought were fun, The things that you swore hurt no one. Were they worth it? Were they proper or were they like that of a nitwit? Are the ones that stood with you now standing apart? You already know the answer because it is deep in your heart. Time can’t erase certain deeds, certain paths you chose, the things left undone, You can’t blame that on anyone. Certain people let you down, you say I’m certain they would not see it that way! No one controls your spontaneous combustion, It is certainly your life, not theirs that needs constant adjustment. Go ahead smell all those “roses”, Hang around all those that constantly pose, But when that gets old or you find some other venue Maybe you will see what you’ve put those that love you through. It’s hard to be happy when you’re playing catch up all the time Trust me, I’ve seen that with friends of mine. Think before you act Always leave things intact. Don’t refuse to pay back anyone who’s lent you a hand Take the praise and the reprimand. Swallow your pride, Keep your mouth closed from the inside. Listen to reason, Be willing to change wrong things just like the months change the season.
“And you will be a man, my son.” (If, by Rudyard Kipling”)
These little balls are a type of mineral product called perlite. Every ingredient in those mixes have a beneficial effect on plants, and perlite is no exception.
One of my hobbies is lurking in a Facebook group called something along the “Trader Joe’s Meal Ideas for Busy Moms.” As in any Facebook group, this one has a fair amount of drama, and several recurring themes: “Look at this bug I found in this bag of produce,” “Look at my charcuterie board,” and “Is this mold?” are a few of my favorite Facebook post genres that appear on a daily basis.
I wrote this poem when I was sitting in a conference with my husband, he had to go for his place of work. I was just thinking about how crazy love is. One minute a person could be happy that they have love, and then the next minute,that can change. I don’t think we fully can comprehend how fragile love is an on the same, how strong and powerful love is.