This is where the quality of life is more important than the quantity.
Do what you truly enjoy, and if it cuts years off your life, then you’ll still die happy.
Cut out all the good stuff and maybe add some years to your life span, but if their miserable, why bother?
My grandma smoked a few packs a day since she was in her teens, and always had a large glass of vodka with a tiny bit of orange juice in constantly throughout the day. I’ve never seen her without a lit cigarette and vodka in her hand.
She lived until she was 82 years old, her heart just finally gave out, and her last words in the hospital when they gave a cup of water?
"Could you put some vodka in it?"
What would it hurt at this point? So we did, and she died with a smile.
Being heavy (to me) is miserable. I’ve put on 40 lbs over the winter, but I get so uncomfortable when the weather gets warmer I can’t stand it.
I have to go walking every day until the weight comes off, getting older makes the extra pounds cling to ya like a lonely, unwanted relative, but time to kick my behind out the door for some exercise…um, ok, tomorrow.
I’m 58, and I’m a male schizophrenic. I’d like to do some more travelling before I die. The only travelling I have done I did when I was in the army in Germany a long time ago. Germany was a beautiful country. I’d like to see Europe again.