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Sunday, October 23, 2016

Antioxidant Helps Curb Seniors' Muscle Loss │ 25 Largest U.S. Fast Food Restaurants Rated for Antibiotics │ Ben Stiller and His PSA Test

That Android TV Box!  I blame it for keeping me up last night ─ I may not have gotten to bed until around 1:20 a.m.

I think I started my day this morning around 8:22 a.m.  My youngest step-son Pote was up.

His older brother Tho hasn't been home since Tho showed up after finishing work Friday afernoon.  He must be staying at his girlfriend's residence.

Pote used his brother's car yesterday, but he must have decided to catch a bus to work this morning ─ he left here within a half-hour of my rising.

My younger brother Mark made it home before 10:00 a.m. from the home of his girlfriend Bev where he had spent last night.  But he never took a nap, and was gone for the afternoon before the expiration of the noon-hour.

For me, that betokens ill company this evening if he's getting a head-start like that on his drinking.

Over the morning, I managed to finish and publish the post I have been working on since this past Wednesday at my Latin Impressions website:  Jaheira Romance Walkthrough.

It's one for the 'gamers.'

I wanted to get out and accomplish a few things, but the state of my eyes required that I return to bed to rest them.  I never managed to nap, though.

It may have been as late as 1:47 p.m. when I was finally on my way ─ the sky had lots of dark cloud, but there were also breaks of some sunshine.

First off I hiked the mile or so over to Surrey Place (Central City).  I had a lottery ticket to cash in that Mark had given me for my birthday earlier this month.  The ticket paid out $10.

Of note while cutting through Holland Park just before reaching Surrey Place (Central City) was an encounter I had with three people ─ a young Asian lad, and two White gals in their 30s or 40s.

I expected them to be religious proselytizers, but it turned out that they were taking as bit of a survey about vegetable gardening, and they gave me my choice of a packet of vegetable seeds ─ I ended up with some Swiss chard from West Coast Seeds, and priced at $2.99.

Anyway, after cashing in my lottery ticket, I then went over to Staples nearby there, just on the other side of King George Boulevard.  I wanted to print out two Public Service Health Care Plan claim forms.

The printer here at home cannot print black ink ─ the nozzle is too clogged.   To run a head-cleaning would require many ink-wasting purges, and I know damned well that at least two of the ink cartridges would be expended.

So better to pay less than $3 (I think) than to be buying replacement ink cartridges.  (The free Swiss chard seeds actually may have put me ahead in any 'profit & loss' calculation!)

By the way, as I was walking alongside Staples and heading to its entrance, a young woman coming from the other direction was in a pair of black tights, and she had the most incredibly muscular legs I have seen in real life in a long, long time.

I wish that I could have photographed her to prove it.

Anyway, once the printing errand was done, my final destination was the government liquor store at 108th Avenue & King George Boulevard there in Whalley.  I bought a dozen cans of beer.

I was home again no later than 3:30 p.m.

The two outings I have had ─ one yesterday, and this one today ─ are the sole exercising I have gotten this weekend.

No one was home when I got back, so I am going to see just what I can post here today ─ my wife Jack said on Friday that she would next be home today, but I have no idea when.


A supplement I would buy if I was not as financially limited as I am is Pycnogenol, which Wikipedia says "is a dietary supplement derived from extracts from maritime pine bark, [and] is standardised to contain 70% procyanidin."

Apparently no matter how much an elderly person may exercise, muscle loss is unavoidable due to ageing.  All the exercising will do is help maintain more of the muscle mass than would otherwise be possible, but it is still going to start to happen.

That's ugly, if true.

A study using seniors aged 70 - 78 "exhibiting symptoms of muscle loss, sarcopenia and fatigue but otherwise healthy" had the following results after taking 150 milligrams of Pycnogenol for eight weeks:
  • Participants who took Pycnogenol® daily demonstrated greater muscular function and endurance in daily tasks such as carrying items (4-5 lbs.) (71 percent improvement with Pycnogenol®/23 percent control), climbing stairs (52 percent improvement with Pycnogenol®/20 percent control) and distance walked (38 percent improvement with Pycnogenol®/17 percent control)
  • Pycnogenol® measurably reduced oxidative stress, a common measurement of sarcopenia which prevents the body from normal detoxifying and repair, by 14 percent
  • Supplementation with Pycnogenol® reduced proteinuria – presence of protein in urine which, with normal kidney function, can indicate waste from muscle erosion, by 40 percent
  • Individuals who took Pycnogenol® demonstrated improved general fitness scores by more than 46 percent in comparison with a control group who did not take the natural antioxidant
I am 67, so not too far off from 70.  But I would hope that if I stick it out and achieve the age of 70, I would not yet be evidencing any sarcopenia.

But even without any onset of sarcopenia, those figures the study bore out suggest to me that anyone should be able to experience considerable benefit from the supplement.

I just can't afford it.

Here's a report on the study:


What I am wondering is if it is the pine bark procyanidin that is the key ingredient that helped the seniors so much ─ Pycnogenol is supposed to be composed of 70% of this flavonoid.  If it is the procyanidin, then why not just supplement with procyanidin alone?

I'm wondering out loud, for I do not know.


You no doubt are aware that the meat and poultry industry uses antibiotics far too liberally, and the environment and the consumers are paying a price in health risk.

Six nonprofit activist organizations in the States reviewed 'the 25 largest US fast food and "fast casual" restaurant chains on their antibiotics policies and practices.'

Are you curious how the restaurants fared?

Check the report out for yourself:

I would like to see a similar report on Canadian restaurants.


Did you hear or read anything about actor Ben Stiller proclaiming that a PSA test saved his life from a symptomless prostate cancer?

I had not.  I had to research and find a report bearing his claim:


Well, there is a mass of alternate opinion out there ─ here are a sampling:



I am quite firmly with the active surveillance crowd.

Too many men's quality of life have been ruined by unnecessary prostate cancer treatments and surgeries because they had a low risk tumour, but were terrified into going ahead with the medical meddling because their specialist played their fears perfectly.


It is now 5:49 p.m., and I am still home alone. 

I am going to try and close today's post off now with a 41-year-old entry from my journal, back when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster

The house I was renting the tiny unit in was located on Ninth Street at Third Avenue.

My plan for the day was a long, long hike out to my mother Irene Dorosh's home in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey.  Although the house is now gone, its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue ─ it was my main mailing address.

To have hiked directly to her home would have taken about 1½ hours of fast walking.  But of late, I was extending that journey by hiking the King George Highway all the way out to Newton.  

From there, I would access the railway tracks that cut across the highway, turning right onto them, and then following them until I could access the Surrey terminus of 90th Avenue on Holt Road, very near to Scott Road (120th Street).

My mother's home was a half-dozen or so houses down 90th Avenue, on the right-hand side.

I had gotten to bed the evening before this journal entry at 7:55 p.m.
THURSDAY, October 23, 1975

Very sleepily I got myself up at 1:45 a.m.

Before leaving for my Newton walk to mom's at 5:15 a.m., all morn I felt so tired I nearly convinced myself to sleep instead and leave later in the morning.

I walked, but hard.

I found at mom's a Plain Truth which came yesterday.

We both wished to do some shopping, so I awaited as she received one phone call after another, delaying us until 11:00 a.m.

At Safeway I bought a jar of Sunny Jim peanut butter, then at the health food store I bought 8 ozs of baking powder (49¢), and 2 lbs of wheat to sprout, some of which will be going toward bread I eventually plan to make.

Mom said one of the callers was Cathy; mom assumed I didn't feel like conversation, so said nothing when Cathy expressed her wish that I phone.

Still Mark hunts.

My walk to mom's was a torment of indigestion, and I experienced some heading home too; fortunately it was nippy out, for I was extremely tired before leaving mom's.

I finally bought a can of McColl's, this at Econo-Mart for $2.17, a good price these days.

Bill expects me for some TV tonight.

I saw my first seasonal frost this morn in Surrey; leaving Bill's, I was amazed at the cold outside.

Bed:  8:10 p.m.
I often ran some of the hike, but I only walked fast this time.

It was my brother Mark's girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther ("Cathy") who had phoned my mother and expressed her wish that I call her.  She was likely feeling lonely with Mark away hunting.

I am truly surprised that I never called her, for I adored the young woman.  Perhaps I was concerned that she would invite me over, and I would have a really tough go of it declining the offer.  I was just too tired ─ it was going to take everything I had to walk directly back to New Westminster.  

Mark and Jeanette were renting a home together in Whalley.  If I went there ─ about a 4¼-mile hike from my mother's home ─ I would be expected to visit for quite some while.  And then I would still have to walk to New Westminster.  I just wanted to get to my room.  

"McColl's" was a brand of peanut butter ─ it would have been the 48-ounce tin that I bought at Econo-Mart (part of a now-defunct chain), a store in the Townline shopping plaza at 96th Avenue & Scott Road.

My old friend William Alan Gill lived three or so blocks from my room.  He had a bachelor suite and a colour T.V.  But I could not have watched too much T.V. with him if I was to bed by 8:10 p.m. 

Okay, I have to proofread this and get it published ─ my wife Jack showed up just after I began this section.
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