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I'm 82 and until six months ago I thought I was just winding down. Like a clock that’s finally running out of steam. I said it to my wife. I said it to my daughter. I said it to myself every arvo when I sat down in my chair at half one and didn’t get up again until the six o’clock news. I wasn’t sick. Nothing was exactly wrong. I just had nothing left by lunchtime. I'd get up, have my brekkie, read the paper, maybe potter in the garden for twenty minutes. And that was me. Done. The rest of the day was just sitting. My wife would suggest things. A drive to the coast. Lunch at the pub. A walk around the garden centre. And I’d say yes then when it came to it I just couldn’t be bothered. Not because I didn’t want to. I did. I just didn’t have it in me. I started turning down things I used to love. My daughter invited me to watch her boy play footy on a Saturday morning. I said no because I knew I’d be standing in the cold for an hour and I didn’t have the energy. My old mate from the allotment asked if I wanted to come back — just an hour or two a week. I said my knees weren’t up to it. But really it wasn’t my knees. It was everything. I felt like everyone else was getting on with things and I was just sat there watching. My wife started finishing my sentences because I’d trail off halfway through. I’d forget why I’d walked into a room — three, four times a day. I’d read the same paragraph of my book over and over because nothing was sinking in. I put it all down to age. I’m 82. What do you expect. My dad was the same. His dad probably was too. You get old you slow down you sit more. That’s just how it goes. Then my daughter sent me something to read. She’s always sending me health articles — half the time I ignore ’em. But this one caught my eye because it wasn’t about a disease or a diet. It was about a molecule called nitric oxide. I’d never heard of it. Turns out your body makes it naturally. It keeps your blood vessels open so blood can flow right — to your muscles, your brain, everywhere. When you’re younger your body makes plenty of it. Everything works. Blood flows. Oxygen gets where it needs to go. But after 60 production can drop quite a bit. By your 70s and 80s your body could be making just a fraction of what it used to. Less nitric oxide means less blood flow. Your muscles might tire faster. Your brain gets foggy. You forget why you walked into the kitchen. And that drained feeling never seems to lift. I read that and felt like someone had described my last three years. Every single symptom. The tiredness. The fog. The heavy legs. The feeling of having nothing left. So maybe it wasn’t just my age after all. The article said one of the best natural ways to help your body make more nitric oxide is eating beetroot. Something to do with the nitrates in it. It also said beetroot has natural anti-inflammatory compounds that can help with stiff joints. So it’s potentially helping with both things. The tiredness and the stiff joints. I was sceptical. I’m 82 — I’ve seen a lot of rubbish come and go. But I thought, it’s beetroot. It’s a vegie. Might as well give it a go. So I bought some from the shops. My wife cooked it up. Roasted it one night. Boiled it the next. Put it in a salad. Within a few days I remembered why I never eat the stuff. The mess was unreal. Purple chopping board. Purple fingers. Tea towels ruined. And it wasn’t just the mess. It was the time. Peeling chopping cooking cleaning up — every single day. At 82 I haven’t got the patience for that. Then I thought — what if I buy organic. The article said organic might have more of the good stuff in it. So I looked. Couldn’t find any. Not at the local supermarket. Not at the big one down the road. Organic beetroot is surprisingly hard to find. Most of what’s on the shelf is grown with synthetic pesticides. And with a root vegetable those chemicals don’t just stay on the outside. They can soak right into the flesh. At 82 my body’s got enough to deal with. So I looked for beetroot capsules online instead. But most of them were full of fillers and additives. I looked at four or five brands. Every one had a list of ingredients that had nothing to do with beetroot. One didn’t even list beetroot as the main ingredient. A filler was. Most aren’t organic either. Half are made overseas and repackaged here. You’d never know unless you looked closely. I almost gave up. Then my daughter sent me one more link. Bless her. BeetaMed™ Organic Beetroot Capsules. One ingredient. Organic beetroot. That’s it. No fillers. No additives. Nothing. 1,300mg per serve. Just beetroot in a capsule. Certified by Organic Farmers and Growers. That’s one of the strictest organic certifications in the country. No synthetic pesticides. Checked at every stage. Made in Worcester. Not shipped in from overseas. Made right here in the UK. Before I ordered I checked their reviews on Trustpilot. Because I don’t trust much online these days. It was rated excellent. Real people. People my age. Saying they had more energy. Less cramps. Quick delivery and good customer service with real people answering emails and calls straight away. I’m usually sceptical of money back guarantees. Companies say it but make it impossible to return stuff. But I checked their site and they had a proper returns portal. Seemed like they’d made it easy. 30 days to try it. If it did nothing I was promised every cent back. I thought right let’s give it a go then. I ordered for me and my wife. They were throwing in a free bottle when you ordered two. So three bottles in total. Don’t know if that offer is still on. It arrived two days later. So far I was impressed. Two capsules every morning with my cuppa. My wife takes them too. She can’t swallow capsules, never could. So she opens them up and sprinkles the powder into her yoghurt. She actually likes it. First week nothing dramatic. Maybe I felt a bit less flat in the afternoons but wasn’t sure if it was just a placebo. Second week I was still pottering at three o’clock instead of being in the chair by two. Third week my wife suggested a drive to the coast and I said yes. And I meant it. And we went. And I walked along the beachfront for twenty minutes without wanting to stop. That hadn’t happened in over a year. By the end of the first month the fog had lifted. I don’t mean I felt 40 again. I’m not daft. But the heaviness was gone. I was finishing sentences again. Reading my book and actually remembering what happened. Getting through a whole day without feeling done in by lunchtime. My daughter noticed. She said Dad you seem more like yourself. She was right. I’d been fading a bit and now I was coming back. I went back to the allotment last month. Just an hour. But I was there. And I’ve said yes to the footy on Saturday. They sell out regularly — my mate from the allotment tried to order after I told him and they were out of stock. Had to wait a few weeks. I keep a spare bottle in the cupboard now so I don’t get caught out. If you’ve been telling yourself you’re just winding down, that this is just what your 60s, 70s or 80s look like... I said the same. Every day for three years I said that. But this stuff worked for me. Just thought I’d share in case it helps someone else. You can get it here 👉 https://go.usevelaro.com/BeetaMed/im-67-and-these-organic-beetroot-capsules-gave-me-back-my-vitality-after-years-of-bloody-aching-joints-and-constant-tiredness