He’s saying: “Get rid of these foods!” 1950s.

Fitness master Jack LaLanne died two days ago at age 96.

Funny, I was just thinking about him, because I’ve been exercising so much. I remember being a kid in the 1960s watching my mother watch Jack LaLanne on TV. Or hearing her talk about Jack LaLanne. I don’t remember her actually doing his exercises. What I remember is my mother shouting epithets at the TV, or about him. I remember one instance in particular. Apparently LaLanne had said something about how, if “housewives” did all the housework they were “supposed” to do (i.e., washing walls, washing floors, washing windows—scrub scrub scrub), then they wouldn’t need to watch his show because all that cleaning would make them physically fit.

My mother had a number of choice names for LaLanne (I was maybe 5?). Then she grunted, crossed her legs and took another drag on her cigarette. Probably tempted to crush it out on his forehead.

My mum died of lung cancer at 58 in 1999, and LaLanne died just the other day of old age. Proof in the pudding, imo.

LaLanne INVENTED modern fitness. He pioneered weightlifting, and he invented some of the weight machines that are still used in gyms today. He’d been a depressed kid eating tons of sugar before he turned his life around by lifting weights and cleaning up his diet. He used the nascent technology of television to bring the idea of fitness and nutrition into American homes. He wanted Americans to recover from their “soft” post-war lives.

And he was already into pretty radical ideas: wealth making people take the easy way out; the increasing urge toward wanting to “buy health”; the “mind-body connection”; and calling overindulgence in sugar and processed foods an addiction equal with alcoholism. Basically calling sugar a drug.

Here are a couple of amazing blasts from the past I came across. (Remember when TV graphics meant chalk boards?) …

I can’t recover just spiritually. Recovery also includes a physical aspect.

Reminds me to keep it simple.