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Getting Stronger, Seems Like

06.23.2026 by bloggard // Leave a Comment

Mount Shasta, CA, June 23, 2026: In addition to my morning wake-up routine–about 10 minutes of taichi, stretching, and tension exercise–and my X3-Bands resistance-training at home with the heavy-duty stretchy bands and the occasional kettlebell, and my sometime stride up the 4-block hill behind my house, I’ve added 1-2 weekly sessions of workouts with some folks from the gym.

Overall, my plan to restore health and strength is working. I’m down almost 90 pounds, back at my post-college weight around 155#, bloods and blood-pressure and everything my doctor can measure is better than before. Energy up, mood superb, sleep better, and I had to give away most of my clothes and get smaller ones.

Cool beans.

Now if you do not believe me, here is evidence. Observe the desperado second from the left …

This is a little advert for a free 6am Sunday morning exercise, and we normally meet at what used to be a gas station downtown. It’s a CVS pharmacy now, but the main thing is that they aren’t open at 6am on Sunday. 🙂

In addition, I normally do one session in the gym, similar kinds of exercise. The guy that runs this, Scott Rodriguez (third from the right) has a degree in kinesiology and knows functional movement, so it’s different each time. That means it hits on places that my regular exercise doesn’t catch. I can’t keep up with most of the others, but I don’t need to.

I simply follow two rules:  1) keep moving, and 2) lean into the difficulty.

My target is to have my muscles shaking by the end, or maybe even going weak a bit, but not cramping. All I gotta do is push it to that point and I’ll grow stronger. My secret plan, of course, is to see if I can last longer.

Will the Last be First?

Those who knew me back in the day will either be surprised or appalled that I’ve already outlasted most of my peers, many or most of which were in better shape, didn’t smoke, were much smarter about things that matter. But life, and our culture and poisoned foods take their toll, so most of them are gone now.

Leaving me. Who would have thought?

The Moment that Things Changed

I was around 35, living and working in my business in San Francisco. My wife and I had a small apartment near Carl and Cole, on Grattan street. I then received a small publication called Brain-Mind Bulletin, which reported on left-brain/right-brain types of things, and there was a brief blurb for a book by Dirk Pearson and Sandy Shaw, called “Life Extension.”

And I thought … “Now who WOULDN”T want to get that book?”

Living Longer. What a Concept!

The idea that we could purposely extend our lives. What? I’d never imagined that idea before.

I read about a bunch of exotic vitamins and how growth hormone works. Now, as it happens, ten years earlier, living in a house of creative folks in Los Angeles, a minor starlet named Carolyn Judd lived there, and she told me about vitamins, back when NOBODY took vitamins. There were only two health-food stores in all of Los Angeles. She helped me get started.

These vitamins seemed like a good idea, so since that day, back when I was 26, I’ve been taking my vitamins every day.

And after reading the Life-Extension book ten years later, I continued taking my vitamins and even added a few. Some for longer life, some to make learning how to play music go faster, things like that.

At 40 I finally Quit Smoking

After over 200 failed attempts to quit smoking, finally one worked, and I successfully stopped smoking and never returned.

So these are the only three things I’ve done for my health in all my past decades:

  1. I started taking vitamins at age 26.
  2. I read a book about Life Extension at age 36, and thought that would be a good idea.
  3. I stopped smoking, finally.

But after a While, Health Started to Slide

In the years following, now and then I tried different kinds of exercise, tried to eat healthy, but it was haphazard, and no particular plan lasted for long. I tired of going to a gym, I tired of weights in the garage. I tired of healthy food and returned to pizza, and bread, and fast-food hamburgers.

And my weight climbed up.

Up, up, up.

Year after year.

And by my mid 70’s I was 238 pounds, round and flushed, out of shape, and–one day–I’d finally had enough.

And Then I Stumbled Across a Particular Sequence that Changed Things

I can’t claim any particular discipline, wisdom, or toughness. It’s just that one thing I tried worked, and it made the next thing I tried easy, and that led to the next, and so on.

(For specifics, if you want them, see this article in my online “How to Do Things” publication: It’s called “How to Restore Your Ideal Weight,” and you can click on the title to open it in a new tab.)

And first thing you know, I got unaddicted to carbs. And then I stopped eating all day from dawn to into the night. And then my weight started coming down and energy resumed, and many annoying symptoms faded. And then I searched for the lowest-common-denominator exercise I could do quickly at home for the best results, figured that out, got the X3 Bands system, and became fairly regular at using it, because it’s not all that hard, takes only 15 minutes, improves testosterone, and increases strength, which is the best indicator for longevity.

Now I’ve added a bit more.

Because I say, “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth OVERdoing.”

Just kidding. It doesn’t actually take me much time, and it actually feels good. This is all due to the special sequence for putting it into a place, just one step after another, each step making the next one surprisingly easy.

And I’m delighted with the results.

🙂

PS: Along the way, my research showed how the food supply of my youth has been increasingly poisoned by corporate interests who have changed the food chain from farm-to-table as it was in my childhood … to a more profitable (for them) chain of food-and-chemical ingredients to factory to distribution to restaurants and grocery stores of “convenience” products, the vast majority of which are now intentionally designed to addict us and keep us coming back. Unfortunately, the stuff added that does that also fattens and sickens us and causes the current pandemics of obesity, diabetes, immune disorders, Alzheimer’s and other health and mental breakdowns.

Just a reminder. Average 25-year-olds in 1940 …

(For details on this study of 15,000 subjects in 1940, see: “The Tyranny of the Taste-Bud Trap.”)

And average 25-year-olds today …

(The two studies are not exactly parallel, but it’s the closest I could find. I’m surprised that the *average* 25-year old is so overweight, but that’s what the recent study revealed, and this image is created to show today’s weights.)

We aren’t weak of will. We’ve been poisoned. Tricked and poisoned. And as we undo this silly situation, and give the body what it needs, the natural healing in your body restores your health, and lengthens your life.

If you’re interested in this kind of thing, I’m placing the science and experiments and things that actually work on my online publication, which is called “How to Live Long, Prosper, and Find Peace.” There is never a cost. Nobody pays anything. Just visit, find one or more written-up systems, try them. They’ll work. Enjoy the gift. 🙂

You’ll find it here —

“How to Live Long, Prosper, and Find Peace.”

(Click on the title to open in a new tab. Check recent articles or Table of Contents. You’ll find something useful.)

 

 

Categories // adventure, All, amazement, Arthur Cronos, CA, enjoying life, exercise and nutrition, goals, longevity, News, North Texas State University, Projects, Richard French

Sponging at the Girl’s Dorm

03.13.2011 by bloggard // Leave a Comment

North Texas State University, Denton Texas, 1962: When several of us lived in a house in Shady Shores on Lake Dallas, there was kind of a “girl gang” who came to visit.

Jan was round and pretty, and she liked Hardy.

Jill was thin, clever, and funny, and I liked her.

Shayna was mature, beautiful, and she liked Paul, who was actually engaged to someone else, though that didn’t seem to interfere much.

They’d all show up at the lake house. We laughed a lot. I remember nights with a bonfire on the beach, a lot of beer. I remember driving to some dive up the road where, again, we drank a lot of beer. I grew sleepy and closed my eyes and pretended to be blind for a while.

“Come on, blind man!” Shayna said, “Stay with us!”

She was Jewish, daughter of a well-to-do Dallas family who owned a milk company. I didn’t know much about being Jewish and asked questions. She said they didn’t believe in the Devil, and so I asked if she would sell me her soul.

She said she would.

We wrote up a contract

So I bought her soul, for five pieces of silver, writing up the contract on my typewriter, an impressive red IBM Selectric I’d inherited from my stepfather’s office.

She took the five dimes and signed the contract. So I have owned Shayna’s soul for many, many years, because I kept the contract safe in my red box of important stuff.

The red box stayed with me through college, Dallas, St. Louis, England, Los Angeles, Texas, and San Francisco. There were a lot of documents in there, transcripts, and government cards, and drawings, and other stuff, including Shayna’s soul.

Meanwhile, back in those college times, I turned to crime

But this is getting ahead of myself. Back at North Texas, the next year I got a tiny apartment across from the English building, and I rarely saw the girl gang. There was always a blitz of study right before Christmas Holiday, and unlike my friends, often I didn’t go home right away, but rather stayed in my quiet apartment.

The campus was empty and thoughtful, the weather clear and chill. Restful, it was, though I had no money. One night I spent the last of my cash on cigarettes rather than supper, and in the morning, I woke up hungry.

Down on the corner in the early morning light, I saw the bread truck, parking to deliver to the Hob Nob. As the driver went inside, I crept from the bushes, jumped into the back of the truck, stole a loaf of bread, and ran.

As I glanced behind me, I saw Larry Burns, the young man who operated the Hob Nob, standing in the back doorway. He was watching me and laughing. Damn!

Pondering starvation

Holed up with coffee and bread and cigarettes, pondering starvation, I remembered that, during the holiday vacations, the cafeterias of all the dorms closed, except for one. The same dorm where the girl gang lived.

So I called on them about lunchtime, and then discovered that any dorm students stranded on campus over the holiday took meals there in the girls’ dorm. I walked into the dining room between Jill and Jan. Lunch!

Free lunch! Lots of lunch! Plenty! Free!

The cafeteria ladies, seeing so many unfamiliar faces, just assumed I lived in one of the dorms, and fed me along with everyone else.

I went back every day.

Ah, those good times …

That was the last time I saw the girl gang. Things happened, and you lose track.

And twenty years later, in a flat overlooking Geary Boulevard in San Francisco, where I lived in a small room at the back of Network Answering Service, I found Shayna’s soul stored carefully in the red box.

Through her family’s milk company in Dallas, I located her, married long since and living on the coast north of Los Angeles. I called her.

She didn’t remember that I owned her soul. She hadn’t missed it. We hadn’t much to talk about. Things had changed.

After the phone conversation, since I had her address, I mailed her soul back to her.

It was the least I could do.

Categories // adventure, All, college, friends, happiness, Looking Back, North Texas State University

Derley Davis and the Dew Drop Inn

03.12.2011 by bloggard // 21 Comments

Henrietta, Texas, 1955. Before Marty Robbins, before Elvis, before Bill Haley and the Comets. I was 11.

Sometimes my classmates walked to lunch at the Dew Drop Inn. A holdover from the 30’s, a rundown shack painted white with lots of small windows, on the main road, built when that main road sported wagons, and horses.

Dew Drop Inn. The name was painted vertically in black letters on the white posts holding a roof over …

The porch high above the elevated sidewalk. Proprietor: Derley Davis, also dressed in white (apron, pants, and shirt). Famous for his chili. Derley Davis had a secret recipe.

The famous chili …

Served steaming in thick white bowls with a blue stripe. Rich reddish-brown chili, thick and spicy. No tables, just red-topped stools on a u-shaped counter on three sides opposite the front door. Tobasco on the counter for the very, very brave. Saltine crackers, of course, to be crumbled properly. Beans? Yeah, but not many. Now that was some chili.

Eating a lunch there one day, “There’s a leaf in my chili!” I told Mr. Davis. He peered into my bowl.

“That’s a bay leaf,” he said, “Just seasoning.” Nodding my head wisely, 11 years old. Hmmm, I thought. A bay leaf.

And then, some years later …

Real Texas Chili… Nine years, two automobiles, and several girls later, for the first time cooking for myself, in college. No dorm for me, wild free spirit and all. And so, cooking for myself. Pity I never paid any attention to what my mother actually did in the kitchen.

But the first time I decided to make chili, I knew just what to do. I went shopping for chili powder, and a secret ingredient.

Six or eight large bay leaves, I think it was.

That was when I learned that a little bay leaf goes a long way.

 

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