Ask me to do something and I will probably do it.
Tell me to do something and I'll probably ignore you.
Nag me to do something and I will [not so politely] tell you to fuck off.
That has always been my philosophy and it has stood me in good stead.
The problem [for you, and not for me] is that if you nag incessantly I will not only tell you to fuck off, but will in all likelihood go out of my way to do the exact opposite of what you want. Call me stubborn if you like, but that is my personality and that's the way I like it.
One of the areas where I have rebelled is the whole business of food. It started off with that cute sounding Five a Day bollox. I'm not even sure what the Five is and I don't care. No one, but no one tells me how much of anything I should eat a day. So fuck off on that one.
Now they're wiffling on about "healthy food". As far as I am concerned all food is healthy in that it keeps me fuelled up, and what I put in my tank is no one's concern but mine. Lately for example I have noticed my sugar and salt intake is on the increase. I go to stick a spoon of sugar in my tea and I get a mental image of some fucking Nanny nagging me about sugar, so I add an extra spoon out of sheer defiance. Tonight I have planned a good fry-up of sausages, rashers, black pudding, mushrooms, a couple of eggs, beans and a slice of fried bread to soak up the egg yolk. I shall fry the lot in a grand pan of oil, partly because that's the way I like it and partly because I have been nagged that it's "not healthy". The very words "healthy option" or "healthy alternative" immediately ring my Nanny State alarm bells and I instantly head for the "unhealthy" alternative.
Now this is the perfect example of a person I despise. She has not only been suckered into this "health" kick but is sufficiently worked up about it to complain to the gubmint and the meeja, for fuck's sake!
Now I grant that the food doesn't look very appetising [I’m not one for pies or chunky chips] but I would point out that she was damn lucky that the child even had a bed, that it was only for one fucking night and she was damn lucky her sprog got fed at all. If she wants fucking five star gourmet cooking for her spawn is she prepared to pay for it? This is the epitome of the drone that the Nanny State has created – spouting out about "balanced meals" and "good nutrition", and whinging on radio when she gets half a chance.
Incidentally, before anyone starts, I had my six-month MOT test down with Doc the other day. Weight normal. Heart and lungs normal. Cholesterol text book on the nose. Blood pressure fine. In fact every test came back well into the green. The only test that nudged into the amber was a slight deficiency in Vitamin D, which has fuck all to do with diet or "lifestyle".
So there is the answer.
If you want to stay fit and healthy, do the exact opposite of what Nanny "recommends".