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Your body contains trillions of bacteria.
The majority of these bacteria are located in your intestines.
Gut bacteria play several important roles in your health, such as communicating with your immune system and producing certain vitamins.
Your gut bacteria can also affect how different foods are digested and produce chemicals that help make you feel full. As a result, they can affect your weight.

In fact, there are likely more bacterial cells in your body than human cells.

There are hundreds of different types of bacteria in your intestines. While some may cause disease, most of them carry out essential tasks to keep you healthy.

For example, your gut bacteria produce certain vitamins, including vitamin K, and communicate with your immune system to help your body fight off infection.

They also influence how you digest certain foods and produce chemicals that help make you feel full. Therefore, your gut bacteria may influence your weight.

A recent study examined the gut bacteria in 77 pairs of twins, one of whom was obese and one of whom was not.

The study found that those who were obese had different gut bacteria than their non-obese twins. In particular, obesity was associated with lower gut bacteria diversity, meaning there were fewer types of bacteria in the gut.

A recent study found that the ratio of two types of bacteria in your intestines may determine how much weight you lose when given a particular diet.

These two bacteria are Prevotella, which digests fiber and carbohydrates, and Bacteroidetes, which people who eat more animal protein and fat have more of.

In this study, 62 people were given a high-fiber, whole grain diet for 26 weeks. Those who had more Prevotella in their intestines lost 5.1 pounds (2.3 kg) more body fat than those with more Bacteroidetes in their intestines.

Your gut bacteria also digest certain antioxidants found in plants known as flavonoids, which may help prevent weight gain.

Finally, your gut bacteria can influence how dietary fats are absorbed in the intestines, which may affect how fat is stored in the body.

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When I see the hovering lark
Spire the sky for joy and art,
He seems compelled to so embark
On flight by his delighted heart,
And envy grips me that this smudge
Of feathers, lit with solar fire,
Flies so lightly. I begrudge
His bold, precipitate desire.

I, who thought myself well-versed
In love, am but a novice still:
I can’t forbear to love, though cursed
With wants that she will not fulfil
Although she owns my heart and life
And at her whim she keeps the world.
Apart from her, and wrought with strife,
Wantonly my hopes are hurled

Around a firmament so wide
I lose myself. Before me pass
Those memories — cruel they abide —
Of how I glimpsed her in the glass.
The glass entrances now as then,
And its enchantments all are cruel,
So I am held, hopeless as when
Narcissus gazed into a pool.

I’ve done with ladies, I like to say —
More likely they have done with me —
I once stood for them in the fray
But now I shrug and let them be.
Since none of them will help me scale
Her heights, I reach their depths and plumb
My foolery. In short, I fail:
Through singing high I am struck dumb.

And where has Pity flown? This bird
Flits by with greater weight upon
Its wings than she; no poet’s word
Can move her, for she has none.
Pity save me, I stoop, I trip
To catch her footfalls, trap her breath
Yet never have it in my grip.
I long for life; she chooses death.

With her, it’s valueless to pray;
My supplications drip like rain.
She looks displeased, and turns away,
So I shall not beseech again.
This fool desists, and longs to die,
Interred in some cold, secret place
And like the bird, takes wing to fly
From love and loss and dull disgrace.

Tristan, find a fool or king
To make your verses and adore
This lady. Or let the skylark sing:
He is a better troubadour.

Source material: Paraphrase of a song by the troubadour Bernart de Ventadorn , who was born c. 1130-1140 at the castle of Ventadorn in Limousin, apparently the son either of a baker or a foot-soldier. He entered the service of Eleanor of Aquitaine, and later, of Raimon V, Count of Toulouse, before retiring to a monastery and dying in the last decade of the twelfth century. There are 45 surviving poems by Bernart, 18 of which have extant musical scores. A marvellous interpretation of this song, sung in the original Occitanian language — and far more up-beat than might be expected — can be heard on the Naxos CD, Music of the Troubadors, Ensemble Unicorn, 1999. In the interests of retaining at least some of a modern audience’s sympathies for the poet, I have truncated the fifth and the sixth stanzas of the original into one verse. The abridged section insists that in proving untrustworthy, the poet’s lady "does show herself true woman": a notion which was not uncommon in the twelfth century, but which Bernart would no doubt himself have jettisoned were he alive today. Paraphrase by Giles Watson, 2009.

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