Without it, your legs will quickly lose weight and your muscles will start to atrophy. After the age of 60, it’s essential to include it in your diet.

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How does it work?

I became interested in it and learned the following:

1. A source of collagen and gelatin.
Bone broth doesn’t contain as much pure protein as meat, but it is rich in collagen and gelatin. It’s not just “jelly”—it’s the building block of our joints, tendons, and cartilage.

And what are strong legs if not healthy joints? Collagen helps rebuild joint surfaces, reducing uncomfortable sensations and knee creaking. I’ve experienced this myself – my knees stopped creaking in the morning.

2. Unique Amino Acids for Muscles:
During prolonged cooking, bones release important amino acids—glycine, proline, and glutamine. These are not the same as those found in meat, but they are essential.

Glycine helps build muscle, improves sleep, and reduces inflammation.
Glutamine fuels immune cells and the gut.

And a healthy gut means good nutrient absorption—including protein, which is essential for muscle growth. There’s a direct correlation!

3. Natural Trace Elements
Calcium, magnesium, and phosphorus pass from the bones into the broth—these are the minerals on which healthy bones, muscles, and the nervous system depend.

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