I have friend in his late 50s who, if you didn’t know how old he is, you’d never guess 57, which would be accurate. He looks at least ten years younger. And if we covered his HEAD and guessed his age based only on how his body looks – most of us would guess he’s in his mid-30s. He is solid as a rock. Broad shoulders, tight abs, hard legs, 5’11 and 160lbs. He’s as healthy as can be and he eats junk food like we’re in the middle of a nuclear winter.
I try. I do. I try to get him to consider the fact that if he continues to eat that crap, his body – eventually – is going to rebel. I don’t know how it’ll rebel or when, I just feel certain it will. If he could have a Big Mac every day, he would. Those are his favorite. And French Fries. And chocolate candy bars. And Jelly Beans.
I, on the other hand, eat healthy stuff. Going to get dinner with him is a nightmare and we usually wind up having to go the grocery store so we can each grab something we like to eat.
At what age do you give up, throw all your dedication and commitment out the window, and start eating whatever the hell you want? I just can’t see myself doing that. He, on the other hand, doesn’t give a shit. He simply doesn’t care. And on top of it, more than the taste, I think it’s the price that pleases him the most. Okay, he isn’t even broke.
What’s a friend to do? … I’ve let it go. I turn on Chopped and willingly lose myself in fierce food competition.