The 3 reasons why wine makes you smart and happy
I basically need very little to be convinced to enjoy a glass of wine. White, red, rosé, yellow, purple: I don’t care. I like everything.
Well, it turns out that with my thirsty character, I’m not doing so badly. According to some, a wine now and then is even the way to become (or stay) smart and happy. According to a recent study, there are acids in wine that would actually help your liver burn fat. Now, there’s only a small amount of those acids in wine, but it turns out that wine aged in wooden barrels has more of them. It’s a good thing that I just happen to love those woody, fatty Chardonnays.
And that’s not all, my friends. Alcohol provides a boost of serotonin and dopamine. In other words: those substances that give you that feeling of happiness. I notice it already when I just know that I’m going to drink a wine later in the day: the anticipation is already enough for me to produce those happy substances. Especially if you don’t often drink a lot, but just in moderation, without too many hangovers, then your brain keeps producing these kinds of happy feelings. Look, that’s good news.
Additionally, especially red wine, if you drink it occasionally, is good for maintaining your cognitive sharpness a bit. For example, a study involved 7,153 people over a period of more than ten years. Their concentration ability, attention span, and learning capacity were examined. Just the women who regularly drank red wine learned more easily and had better focus than the women who never poured a glass of vino. Well. There are also plenty of studies that state that all alcohol is bad for you, and I understand that to some extent. But these kinds of studies do exist, that red wine is good for your brain. I’m just saying.
In short: whatever you do this weekend, especially don’t feel guilty if you pour yourself a glass. Whether you’re lonely on the couch with a series, whether you just put two children nicely to bed, whether you’re dancing in the pub and hanging on the bartender’s neck, whether you’re with six girlfriends in a bungalow in the heath: cheers. Who has a glass of yellow for me?
