Ich bin 108 Jahre alt – diese 5 Lebensmittel sind ein Grund, warum ich noch lebe !

I'm Gerda I'm 108 years old My general practitioner who told me 40 years ago I was told to eat less butter because of my cholesterol He passed away last year Heart attack He was 65 My granddaughter's nutritionist who only drank green smoothies and seeds whose name I cannot pronounce He suffers from burnout and depression I live Still why Is it luck Maybe Good genes My mother died at 50 so no You young people you're obsessed You count calories measure vitamins and obsess over every detail Steps with watches smarter than you You treat your body like a machine must be optimized But you're forgetting one thing: a machine doesn't live A machine It only works I'm sitting here at 108 years old and I'm telling you you'll starve Not because you don't have food but because you've forgotten what food truly is You aste chemistry that tastes like strawberries You eat stress You eat loneliness I will give you this today my five grocery items but beware—you won't find them in the health food store's sectio for superfoods You'll find them where you stopped looking In the Past And in truth Number one food Genuine dark rye bread None like it puffed-up bread that crumbles to dust in the mouth—no bread that offers resistance Bread that requires effort to chew You know during the war and the years that followed That was Bread holy If a piece fell we would pick it up and kiss it Yes kiss it For God's sake o apologize for our carelessness Today I see how you serve half portions Go back to the restaurant you say I'm full In my eyes that's a sin The bread taught me respect When you eat bread made only from flour water salt and time— It's ready Plenty of time The sourdough needs rest Then you absorb that stillness within yourself You eat it Fast food Quick meals That's why your life moves so fast—and ends just as quickly My bread is slow It's heavy It grounds me It reminds me every morning You You're still here You have food That's enough Do you understand It's not the gluten that's killing you The Disrespecting your food will kill you Number two on the list: good rich butter I See how you all flinch Fat Me that clogs the arteries You know what the arteries do Clogged The fear You're afraid of fat You're afraid of sugar You're afraid of life You eat staple products—yogurt with 0.1% fat It tastes like nothing It has no flavor After giving it up I've eaten butter my whole life—real butter Why Because fat is a Flavor carrier is And since the soul needs lubrication my husband Hans He always said Gerda that a life without pleasure is like a summer without sunshine We Germans we are good at working We are good at fulfilling our duties But we are bad at Enjoy without guilt or remorse When you eat a slice of cake you don't have to feel Head already out how long do you have to jog You're punishing yourselves for pleasure That's poison It's pure bliss for the body When I eat butter I close my eyes—I taste it e meadow I taste the farmers' labor Gratitude I am thankful This moment of enjoyment It lowers my blood pressure more than any pill Stop apologizing for eating Eat less but eat the right things—and eat them with love Food Number 3 Something bitter Look at this chocolate—99 percent coa If you ate it you'd be making a face Twist it You'd say Yuck Grandma this tastes like dirt Exactly the point It tastes of earth of roots of truth—I eat a piece of it or drink it every single day my coffee black as night without so much as a single grain of sugar Why Because I'm my own Teach your bodies to resist Your generation is addicted to sweetness Go into e supermarket Everything is sweetened— the cereal the yogurt even the sausage Everything has to taste delicious It must all work Everything must function perfectly Everything must satisfy instantly You have created a world 's softly rinsed A world without edges or corners But you know what happens what if you only eat sweets You'll become sluggish gain weight—not just around the belly but also inside Head You numb yourselves with sugar with Netflix with TikTok As soon as life gives you the slightest pinch— or boring You're running away from reality like little children who cover their eyes old on and keep thinking the monster will be gone but your body knows better Bitter compounds Ask any old doctor you can still find Oh yes the liver needs The bitter part is working washing the poisons from the blood And the soul The soul It works exactly the same way I've survived two wars I've seen my city It burned I buried my husband Hans just as were beginning to truly enjoy life And the worst part I buried my first child little Peter He was only three months old Years old Pneumonia There was no penicillin It was bitter So bitter at I thought I’d suffocate It felt like I’d swallowed a stone The People today would say oh Gerda you've been traumatized—take this pill go to therapy distract yourself Let go of it Modern medicine seeks to eliminate every pain as if pain were a glitch in the system Headache Pill Sad Anxious Let me tell you that's wrong I I did not push the pain away I did not numb it I consumed it I have Placed at the kitchen table silence settled around me and I swallowed that bitterness day after day Tag I've digested it And you know what The bitter cleanses you It eats away at everything s unimportant It burns away vanity It burns away greed When you stand at the grave of your You don't care whether you have the newest car or whether your neighbors like you You'll see it clearly crystal clear That's my secret—why I'm still sitting here at 108 and not I drift through a twilight state vegetating as I walk not fleeing from pain I load Invite him for coffee I say hello Grief have a seat Have a sip of black coffee with me We sit there silent with each other and eventually the grief rises and leaves It goes on its own because I respected her If you learn to endure the bitterness on your tongue without the Make a grimace Only then and only after that will you truly appreciate sweetness again Smiling A sunbeam A piece of bread Suddenly it doesn't just taste delicious—it tastes like joy after a miracle Try it Buy some chicory Buy some dark chocolate Eat it Feel it ow your mouth tightens and tell yourselves this is life and I am strong enough to face it aste this wine Look at it—it's aged patiently resting in a dark cellar until now He was already dead And now I'm supposed to quickly tip him over alone in front of the television to forgetting that the day had been hard No This isn't drinking This is numbness This is my The most important rule and it has nothing to do with alcohol but with the soul I have never been alone eaten whenever possible Food is communication It is the oldest covenant umanity Even in wartime when all we had was a thin watery broth we would sit together Together we shared what little we had And you know what By sharing it became more We have We argued We fought until the walls shook I we reconciled even before the e last spoonful had been eaten The table was the place where we learned what it meant to be human But Today Go to a restaurant Take a look around I see families—father mother two children One Expensive table Abundant food Yet silence reigns—a cold digital silence The father Taps on the phone The mother takes pictures of the food for people she doesn't even know The children stare at tablets mesmerized by colorful lights They sit together yet they are miles apart They fuel their bodies with calories yet their bond remains starved to death together They starve to death right in the midst of abundance Do you know why I am 108 Not because Thanks to the antioxidants in wine—now that's trendy nonsense It's all about the toast The moment two glasses clink—have you ever thought about what that sound truly means What does it mean In Germany we have a strict rule: look each other in the eye when clinking glasses Why Out of superstition No Because in that brief instant when I look into your eyes and feel the Glas hebe I tell you without words I see you Yes I recognize you I wish you health because my life would be poorer without you This sense of belonging it lowers the Cortisol levels This calms the heart and strengthens the immune system more than ginger turmeric and all others your vitamin pills together After all humans are herd animals When we're alone our hearts beat faster Body alarm He thinks we're in danger Loneliness is the true pandemic of your time The disease of the 21st century You're more connected than ever before You have 5 000 friends online You get likes and heart icons But try the soup test If you're still here tomorrow with 40 Who among these 5 000 people will come by and bring you a pot while you're lying in bed with a fever ot chicken soup and sits down beside your bed unafraid of catching the illness just to hold your hand What Who If the answer is nobody then you're poor—truly destitute So here's my recipe for you My testament Do not write it down Feel it Burn it into your hearts Eat things tha your grandmother had been recognized as food If it has an ingredients list longer than a Poem it is no food Do not fear fat Fear emptiness of joy A life Without enjoyment there is a mistake I accept the bitterness in life Do not run away when it hurts The bitterness is the fertilizer for your strength and shares your bread build larger tables not taller ones Walls Tomorrow morning when you wake up do me a favor—don't make a green smoothie just because some guru claims it's healthy Go to the baker buy a good one Honest bread Invite someone—a neighbor a friend your mother Sit down together Turn off the lights Damn phone I toss it into the drawer Chew slowly gaze at the other person as they stare back your face and be grateful—grateful that you can breathe that you can taste that you are no You're alone I'm Gerda I'm 108 years old and I have no intention of dying today Why Really I still have a piece of chocolate left and the wine is half full Take care And live Not just get by—truly live