My father lived to the ripe old age of 92. When he got into his 80’s I began to worry that he rarely got any exercise, so I chided him about it one day. He looked at me and said, “I get my exercise being a pallbearer at jogger’s funerals.” He wasn’t exactly a poster boy for those of us who exercise. It seems I’m reading on a daily basis about someone who is over 100 who eats the diametric opposite of a “proper diet” and scoffs at a disciplined exercise program. Unfortunately, these stories give those who refuse to eat sensibly and don’t want to exercise the excuse they need to eat whatever they want and stay on the couch . . . https://www.wordsfortheday.com/index.php/2018/12/get-a-divorce/