The Blood Pressure Journal

What thousands of men watching their blood pressure swear by

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Taking beetroot every day does not mean your arteries can use it. I took it every morning for two years before I read that sentence, and I had to read it four times. My wife made me go. The appointment was nine minutes long. The doctor said cut the salt, lose a few pounds, and we'll keep an eye on it. I said okay and put the salt shaker in the cabinet that night. For the next five years, my blood pressure was whatever he told me it was once a year. Borderline. Every visit. Like clockwork. I thought that meant everything was under control. Then I bought a cuff of my own at fifty-six because my brother had a stent put in. Day one, 146/92. Week two, 148/93. Week six, I got a 137 that lasted about one morning and then disappeared. So I started trying. Beetroot powder every morning, garlic, magnesium at night, fish oil, the cuff twice a day. I took it three times in a row because I could not stand the first one. I wrote down a number only I had seen. My wife looked at the screen and said that's not what it says. I got out of bed that night to take it again by the light of my phone. 146/92. Then I would get a bad reading, and I would hear about a guy my age having a heart attack within the week. Every time. The beetroot stopped tasting like anything. And every month that passed, the same thought got louder. I did this to myself. I ate and drank whatever I wanted for thirty years. I got a pamphlet on salt and a pamphlet on walking. But not one doctor, not one pamphlet, ever explained what happens inside a man's arteries after fifty. There is no follow-up appointment where somebody tells you why the number went up in the first place. So I started digging. Published research shows that by his fifties, a man's NAD+ levels have dropped by about half. NAD+ is the fuel every cell in your body runs on, including the cells that line your arteries. Thirty years is a long time to run low on anything. It reminded me of the battery in my old truck. Started every morning for over a decade. Never left me stranded. But it held a little less charge every winter from the very first one. Small loss. Runs for years. Costs you exactly on the morning it finally gets cold. Then I found the fact that changed everything. Taking beetroot every day does not mean your arteries can use it. I had to read that sentence four times. Beetroot is just a signal. The real question is whether the artery wall has the energy to answer it at all. And the fuel the lining of an artery burns to relax is the exact one the research said I had been running low on for years. A buddy mentioned Boostiva. I read the reviews for an hour. It sounded like one more bottle. I ordered it anyway. Two capsules every morning with my coffee. Day 19, the cuff read 139/88. Week five, I pressed start and watched the top number come in under 135 for the first time in two years. I sat at the kitchen table for a long time just looking at it. Week seven, four mornings in a row in the low 130s. My wife said you look like you again before I told her a single thing. It's been 68 days since I started. I'm moving in the right direction. My arteries were never broken. They were starved. If you cut the salt and bought the beetroot and your number never came down, if you have been sitting there blaming yourself, I know exactly what that feels like. All I can say is try Boostiva. You did not do this to yourself. You were just never told what your arteries were running out of. Before I ordered, I had a list of questions I needed to answer first. The first one stopped me cold. Is this a drug? I watched my dad line up three prescription bottles on the windowsill every morning for twenty years. The last thing I wanted was something forcing my number down. Boostiva is not a drug. No prescription at all. It is liposomal NAD+, the same molecule your own cells already make. Real fuel, in a capsule. What it does is give your body what it was running low on. Your blood pressure is not being forced down. Your arteries are being fed. The second question was harder to shake. Another supplement. Another three months of hope and then the cuff and then nothing. I had been down that road. I know that feeling when I peel the seal off a new bottle. The wanting to believe and the not wanting to feel like a sucker again. What made this feel different was the approach. Every supplement I had tried before worked on the signal. This worked on the fuel. Liposomal NAD+, CoQ10, L-citrulline, 14 ingredients in all. That is not a beetroot powder. And the 60-day money-back guarantee meant I was not gambling three months of hope on it. Sixty days and if nothing shifted, I could get my money back. Then my doctor said something that almost stopped me. He told me NAD+ taken by mouth gets broken down in the gut and never reaches your cells. I had heard that. I looked into it. He was right about the plain kind. Stomach acid tears most of it apart. The NAD+ in Boostiva is liposomal. It is wrapped in a tiny layer of fat that carries it through the stomach. 13.6 times the absorption of plain NAD+. Plain NAD+ powder is not the same thing. Your body takes it up poorly. Talk to your doctor, because that is always the right answer. But this is a molecule your body already makes, not a pharmaceutical. Two capsules in the morning with water. With food or without. I never had a problem doing it that way. And the capsules have no taste. No pink counter. No fish burps. I know $40 a bottle feels like a lot when you are already spending money on beetroot and garlic and things that did not work. But the subscription brings it to $30 a month, about a dollar a day. Buy two bottles and the third is free. I think about that battery a lot. A little less charge every winter from the very first one. Every year I waited was another year running it down. I could not go back and fix the first winter. I cannot tell you this will work for you. I can tell you I read the reviews for an hour before I ordered, and I wish I had done it sooner. Go read the reviews. Read the ones from men who sound like you. Then start tomorrow morning.