Potassium Deficiency – Causes, Symptoms and What To Do

Ouadie Rhabbouron

A simple routine blood test can confirm your potassium levels. If you are struggling with one or more of the above symptoms then it may be a good idea to seek medical advice to check your potassium levels.

Once a potassium deficiency has been diagnosed, your physician may run further tests to diagnose the underlying causes of your deficiency. There are various reasons for low potassium levels and it is important to identify the underlying reasons in order to assess what treatment or if supplementation may be necessary for you.

Foods that Boost your Potassium Levels
Supporting your body nutritionally by eating foods high in potassium is one of the most important ways to ensure your body always has the potassium needed to support health.

The best dietary sources of potassium include:[4]

Beet greens
Swiss chard
Spinach
Potatoes
Sweet potatoes
Lima, pinto and kidney beans
Lentils
Avocado
Other good sources include bok choi, beets, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, cantaloupe, tomato, papaya, banana, squash and nuts, like almonds and Brazil nuts (which have other health benefits).

A cup of beet greens will provide you with as much as 37% of your daily potassium requirement and a cup of spinach contains nearly a quarter of your daily potassium needs.[5]

It is however important to note that cooking can destroy the potassium in these ingredients and they are best consumed raw if you are consuming them to boost your potassium levels.

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