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Sweet on Probiotics // Hyperbiotics PRO-15 + Immune

Probiotics... all the rage.
Over the last year or two, I started experimenting with vitamin supplements, nauseating immunoglobulin drinks, prescribed antibiotics, as well as various brands of probiotics, determined to find a solution that would keep me from visiting my gastroenterologist every few months. Saving my ultra sensitive digestive system from the savage effects of wheat, sugar, and cornstarch among the list of many others has been an ongoing battle. There always seems to be conflicting advice on what to eat. So often it feels like all I'm doing is eliminating things from my diet, whether it's because I know better to avoid them or because my body reacts poorly and has intolerance to certain foods. When I saw the opportunity to try Hyperbiotics PRO-15 + Hyperbiotics Immune Advanced Formula, I jumped at the idea of continuing my avid search. 

Uniquely formulated with five broad-spectrum probiotics strains to counter the negative effects of bad bacteria in our body, Hyperbiotics Immune and PRO-15 encourages advanced immune support. After two weeks of once daily use, the discomforting bloating and intestinal cramping, that I've long suffered started to subside. It's estimated that 70% to 80% of our immune system is housed within our gut, so improper treatment can lead to bad bacteria and gastrointestinal ills. Insert Hyperbiotics. The living organisms in these products reach deep into the intestinal tract and beneficial bacteria begin supporting health. As an added bonus, PRO-15 Probiotics also facilitates full mineral absorption and increases overall vitality. 

There are many reasons to love probiotics, but long story short... they make my tummy happy. 

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