β-Hydroxy β-methylbutyric acid (HMB) is a naturally produced substance
in humans that is used as a dietary supplement. It is an ingredient in
certain medical foods that are intended to promote wound healing and
provide nutritional support for people with muscle wasting due to cancer
or HIV/AIDS. In healthy adults, supplementation with HMB has been shown
to reduce skeletal muscle damage from exercise, expedite recovery from
exercise, and increase exercise-induced gains in muscle size, muscle
strength, and lean body mass. Medical reviews and meta-analyses indicate
that HMB supplementation also helps to preserve or increase lean body
mass and muscle strength in individuals experiencing age-related muscle
loss. HMB produces these effects in part by stimulating protein
production and inhibiting protein breakdown in muscle tissue.
Pharmacologically active concentrations of the compound in blood plasma
and muscle can only be achieved by supplementation with HMB.
Read more: <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beta-Hydroxy_beta-methylbutyric_acid>
Today's selected anniversaries:
According to Greek historian Herodotus, a solar eclipse
abruptly ended the Battle of Halys between the Lydians and the Medes.
French and Indian War: Led by 22-year-old George Washington, a
company of colonial militia from Virginia ambushed a force of 35
Canadiens in the Battle of Jumonville Glen.
The rise of Neville Chamberlain culminated in his accession to
the office of Prime Minister of the United Kingdom when he was summoned
to Buckingham Palace to "kiss hands".
Mathias Rust, a West German aviator, flew his Cessna 172
through the Soviet air defense system and landed in Red Square, Moscow.
As a result of criticism of his conduct, Peter Hollingworth
resigned from his post as Governor-General of Australia.
Wiktionary's word of the day:
1. (intransitive, now literary) To complain; to regret.
Wikiquote quote of the day:
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-
day. The road is rhythmic with the feet Of men-at-arms who come to
pray. The roses blossom white and red On tombs where weary soldiers
lie; Flags wave above the honored dead And martial music cleaves
the sky. Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, They kept the
faith and fought the fight. Through flying lead and crimson steel
They plunged for Freedom and the Right. May we, their grateful
children, learn Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went
through fire and death to earn At last the accolade of God.
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