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In the words of Jack LaLanne, the old pioneer of health and vitality, we hear both a rebuke and a warning: “Probably millions of Americans got up this morning with a cup of coffee, a cigarette and a donut. No wonder they are sick and fouled up.” The meaning is not hidden, nor wrapped in riddles—it is as plain as the rising sun. He speaks of the choices of the morning, the first acts that set the tone of the body and spirit. To begin the day with stimulants, poisons, and hollow sweetness is to lay a crooked foundation upon which the rest of life is built. It is a cry against neglect, against indulgence, against the sloth of body and mind that robs men of their strength before the noon hour has come.

Consider the ancient truth that what one sows, so shall one reap. If a man feeds himself with food that weakens, he reaps weakness. If he breathes in smoke, he reaps disease. If he floods his blood with sugar, he reaps decay. The body is a temple, but many treat it as a dung heap, and then wonder why their spirit falters. LaLanne, like a prophet of health, reminds us that daily habits—seemingly small, seemingly harmless—become the very chain or the very ladder of our destiny.

History itself bears witness to this. In the early years of the Industrial Age, when workers toiled long in the mills, diets of cheap bread, ale, and tobacco laid waste to their vigor. Disease spread in the slums not only by filth in the streets, but by filth taken willingly into the body. Contrast this with the Roman legions, who marched upon the strength of grain, oil, and discipline. The legionary’s body was honed for war because he fed it with simplicity, not indulgence. Thus do we see that what men consume is not trivial—it shapes their fate.

Let us bring forth also a modern story. There was once a man, broken by fatigue and burdened by weight, who sought to reclaim his health. He cast aside the coffee, the cigarette, and the donut, and in their place he embraced water, fruit, and the dawn air of exercise. In a year’s passing, his body was transformed, his mind was clear, his heart beat with new strength. This was no miracle wrought by chance; it was the harvest of new habits. What LaLanne spoke was proven: the poisons of the morning yield decay, but the disciplines of the morning yield renewal.

The lesson is simple yet profound: to govern the morning is to govern the day. If the first breath is taken with smoke, if the first taste is of rot and sugar, then one’s course is already bent toward ruin. But if the first act is of nourishment, if the first strength is drawn from pure sources, then the day becomes a path of victory. As the ancients taught, “The beginning is half of the whole.”

Therefore, let us heed this wisdom not as an idle saying, but as a command to the generations. Cast away the false companions that promise energy but steal it: the bitter drug of smoke, the fleeting high of sugar, the restless jolt of caffeine without balance. Embrace instead the eternal companions of health: water, breath, movement, and foods that spring from the earth in their natural form. To do this is not merely to live long, but to live strong.

So I say to you, children of today and tomorrow: treat the body as you would a sacred vessel. Let your morning choices be acts of honor, not of carelessness. Begin each day with discipline, for discipline is the path to freedom. Begin each day with purity, for purity is the path to strength. Let not the trivial pleasures of a moment rob you of the great joy of a lifetime.

And thus, as LaLanne declared, let us not wonder why men grow sick when they poison themselves daily. Instead, let us choose anew. Let us rise with the dawn as warriors of health, and greet the day with the food of life, not of death. For in this choice lies the secret not only of longevity, but of power, of clarity, and of the radiant spirit that outshines the decay of indulgence.