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You Only Want to Live Longer?
She was old. Frail. The blow of wind kissing her skin would break her bones.
My grandmother worked as a waitress until she was eighty years old. She was fierce. Hard-working. A five-foot bull.
Her life revolved around hamburgers, coffee, and chocolate cake.
Let’s not forget smoking. A shit ton of smoking.
That was her diet.
Her fuel.
She can thank her genes for this, as David Sinclair has reported most centenarians have a “bad habit.”
Some smoke. Some enjoy a few glasses of wine. Others love sweets.
Genes have a profound impact on how long we live. Genes aside, I want to age feeling good.
I want to age “gracefully” as some might say. I want to hack my genes as much as possible.
How we live should focus on quality over quantity.
I want to be ninety years old, hiking forest trails, chasing my grandchildren in the yard, skiing, and the thousands of things I do now.
Who wants to be miserable, sitting in a rocking chair for 18 hours a day, can barely walk, and watch re-runs of “Friends” all day?
