“Being ‘healthy’ nearly killed me.”
I couldn’t have said that better myself. We try to make everything so complicated, when it is in reality the simplest thing imaginable. I for one don’t care if eating raw foods and grass-fed beef is going to increase my life by a year. I’d rather enjoy a nice, greasy five-guys burger every once in a while and improve the QUALITY of my life.
A man recently turned 65 and had to choose a new primary care physician for his Medicare program.
After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, the doctor said the man was doing “fairly well” for his age.
A little concerned about that comment, the man couldn’t resist asking, “Do you think I will live to be 80?”
The doctor asked: Do you drink alcoholic beverages?”
“Oh no,” the man replied.
“Do you go out late at night partying with friends?”
“No, I usually go to bed early.”
“Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?”
“No, my other doctor said that all red meat is unhealthy, especially grain-fed!”
“Do you eat gluten containing foods?”
“No, I’ve been told they are bad for you, and that I shouldn’t since our ancestors didn’t eat them.”
“Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?”
“No, I don’t. My other doctor told me the sun can cause skin cancer.”
“Do you gamble and drive fast cars?”
“No. I don’t do any of those things.”
The doctor looked at the man and said, “Then why do you care if you’re going to live to 80 or not?”