Silent Warning in Your Salad

Cabbage earns its place on the plate for good reason: it’s nutrient-dense, low in calories, and versatile enough to work in soups, stir-fries, and salads. Its vitamin C supports immune defenses, vitamin K helps normal blood clotting, and fiber promotes regular digestion and satiety. For many people, moderate servings of cooked cabbage, enjoyed a few times a week, fit comfortably into a balanced, varied diet and can gently support healthier eating patterns without feeling restrictive.

Yet those same leaves can become problematic when context is ignored. People on blood-thinning medications need stable, not fluctuating, vitamin K intake. Those with a history of kidney stones may need to consider oxalates. Raw or fermented cabbage can aggravate sensitive digestion or irritable bowel symptoms, while large amounts of raw cabbage may concern those with thyroid issues. The real takeaway isn’t fear, but fit: listen to your body, respect your medical conditions, and let a professional guide how cabbage belongs in your life.

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