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Kahlyne

Oooo sorry you're all plugged up. I wonder if yakult is the same as kefir. Kefir is what was recommended in one of my health magazines to aid digestion. There are even kits to make your own, but it sounds disgusting. The drink isn't bad, though.

alisa

thanks for the tip. it sounds like kefir is somewhere in between yogurt and yakult, so i'm all for trying it out. fortunately, everything in this post is past tense-- i'm trying not to be so reckless this time around!

Erin

I'm so jealous you have Yakult. It is impossible to find here. It may take awhile to be beneficial but keep taking it! Hopefully it will ameliorate any future issues. It's all about keeping down inflammation, which my grandmother and dermatologist assure are at the heart of almost all maladies. Yogurt is supposed to be the best stuff for you but the yakult is probably more so. It's not kefir or ayran, which taste much more fermented... if you see Danone BioActiv or Activa it's the same as yakult, and it comes in other flavors. Stupid US. It's major work to find bio drinks here. Between the yakult and the palm trees I may move in with you yet, Alisa.

Trini Tolar

Hola Cunada,

Disculpame pero tu descripcion tan colorida me causo mucha risa. Gracias porque la necesitaba. Y claro que siento mucho que tu estomago te de problemas pero no te des por vencida. Me encanto tu descripcion del remedio para el empacho, gracias por recordarmelo. Necesito practicarlo con Michael. Puedes imaginarme tronando sus huesos?

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Valle de Bravo

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