So fucking what?
We are indeed the older generation and therefore entitled to make up our own minds what we drink and how much exercise we take. So some little cunt somewhere decides we are not abiding by her rules and we are all therefore to be chastised. Who is she to order around her elders and betters?
I have a very simple rule about the amount I drink. If I have had enough, I fall over. It’s as simple as that. If I want to drink myself into oblivion every night that is entirely my choice and no one else’s business and certainly not the business of some little do-gooder who reckons she knows more about me than I do.
Again, if I choose to drive to the village instead of walking that is entirely my privilege and my choice. I don’t “avoid” exercise like some naughty little schoolboy avoiding homework and frankly that one word “avoiding” boils my piss – it is the word of an authoritarian who is claiming that I am not conforming to her rules. She can shove that right up her arse and set fire to it.
The very fact that we are elderly, and therefore presumably not dead, shows that we have managed to look after ourselves until now. We lived through a time where smoking was perfectly normal, where pints were consumed on a regular basis and the Bully State hadn’t been invented, yet we are all still alive and most of us are well. We didn’t need someone to nag us into some “preferred” way of living and we did just fine.
Another word the dear professor can stick up her hole is “recommended”. She can recommend all she likes but if I want to bury my dinner in salt and stiffen up my tea with sugar that is my business. I have never taken any heed of “recommended levels” and I have absolutely zero intention of starting now.
I intend to end my days enjoying myself. One of my greatest ambitions now is to avoid some kind of old folks’ home where I am tranquillised and stuck in a corner to quietly dribble, drool and piss in my pants until my time comes. If there was any chance of that looming I would much prefer to take a quick one-way trip to Switzerland thank you very much.
One way or another, I am never going to conform to their rules.
My body: my rules.