Blood circulation: these are the foods to eat every day to prevent blood clots

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Blood circulation: these are the foods to eat every day to prevent blood clots

2/14 The pineapple
It contains bromelain, an enzyme with anti-inflammatory properties, which thins the blood and reduces the risk of clots, phlebitis, thrombosis and stroke.

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3/14 Foods for better blood circulation
The vitamins E and C present in kiwi promote blood circulation, preventing the formation of clots.

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4/14 Broccoli
Rich in vitamin E, an antioxidant, broccoli promotes blood circulation.5/14 Chocolate

Cocoa contains flavanols, a powerful antioxidant. To reap its benefits, it is recommended to consume one or two squares of dark chocolate per day, the higher the cocoa content possible.

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6/14 Garlic
It contains several anticoagulant substances.

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7/14 The chili pepper
It dilates blood vessels and improves circulation. However, be careful of heartburn!

8/14 Salmon

Rich in omega 3, oily fish (including salmon, sardines, mackerel…) promote blood fluidity.

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9/14 Hazelnuts
Just like walnuts and almonds, they contain omega 3 fatty acids which have protective properties for blood vessels.

10/14 The strawberry

Like blackcurrants and other red fruits (raspberries, redcurrants, blackberries or blueberries…), strawberries increase the resistance of blood vessels.

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11/14 The onion
Like garlic, onion is an allium whose compounds help to thin the blood.

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12/14 Citrus fruits
The vitamin C contained in citrus fruits allows for better blood circulation.

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13/14 The grape
It contains the same compound beneficial to blood vessels as red berries. As an herbal tea, red vine is unparalleled in its ability to stimulate blood circulation.

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14/14 The Apple
Like red fruits and grapes, it is rich in flavonoids.

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