Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I was going to live forever...

I went on a site this morning and did a life expectancy test. My ambition/goal has always been to live to 120 with all my brains (such as they are) and body intact.
Imagine my distress when it said I was only going to live to 89.
http://livingto100.com/
What a gyp! In the title it already promises me 100 years. What's going on?

Apparently exercise is fairly important, and I don't do any. That may be why Molly's rump is looking a bit matronly. (I'm too scared to look at mine now, after doing this test. But hey! I'm sure it's delightful.....)

I drink a glass of wine too many on some nights. I already knew that, so I'll cop that one on the chin.

But coffee. Coffee. I have 3 cups in the morning before work, 1 when I get there and then that's it. Except sometimes I have one at recess if I want to. I'll cut that one out. Then I drink water for the rest of the day. I used to drink about 12 cups of coffee a day when I was at home with little kids. (I was jazzed, baby!) Do I get credit for cutting down? Oh I don't think so. I get the cyber finger waved at me and get told the benefits of switching to green tea. Now I don't mind the odd cup of green tea. I prefer it to normal tea. But I don't think that waking up to the insipid aroma of a cup of tea is going to feel anywhere near as good as smelling the full blooded richness of that first cup of coffee in the morning. Or second. And I'm only drinking instant coffee. I'd probably be even more outraged at the prospect if I was a coffee bean pers

I'm back. There's something screwy going on here. I think that the computer doctor guy has installed something on my computer to make me smarten myself up. I just spilled my second cup of coffee all over the table next to the computer. I'm not making this up. There was coffee under the modem, all around the phone and dripping down the back among the power cords. I've got towels everywhere, mopping it up. I have my coffee black, no sugar, and it's making the towels a yucky smelling brown colour. How come it smells so lovely when you're about to drink it, and so horrible when you're frantically trying to mop it up before you electrocute yourself?

Should I be freaked out? Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. Maybe I shouldn't have bought the coasters from Phuket that have a lip on them. (That's what caused it. I put the cup down on it without making sure that it was centred.) Or maybe that doctor guy who is at the top of each page of the test isn't just a simple picture. Maybe he was looking at me, watching me slurp down my morning cuppa with evident enjoyment and decided to make an example of me. I didn't think to check to see if his eyes moved when I did....

I'm still not giving up coffee. The cup's empty now, so what else can he do? Except give me a heart attack or something, but I'm prepared to risk that......

He should cut me some slack. I don't do drugs, eat (much) crappy food or have risky sex. (Who knew being celibate was good for me? I guess millions of nuns and priests over the centuries were on to a good thing after all. Who knew? This break from dating could add YEARS to my life.)

Take the test. I dare you. It's actually pretty detailed and it's got a lot of good stuff in it. It doesn't take long to do. Take the test, pop back and we'll compare ages that we're going to cark it. It'll be fun. Maybe we could start planning our funerals. The kids have already told me that if I get run over by a bus or something they're going to have the theme music from 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' playing as my coffin glides out of sight towards the crematorium fires. I thought that was a brilliant idea. Go on! Do it! Just make sure you remove your drug of choice from where the computer is before you start.

5 comments:

lightening said...

100?????? What happened to aiming high? Well, I came out at 100 but who knows - doesn't it only go up to 100? My REAL answer might be 120 for all we know!!!! LOL.

Now can you pllleeeeeaaaasssseee stop helping me procrastinate on getting this novel written?????

As for coffee....well, I don't drink it but I'm really trying to TEACH myself. I'm sure it's a skill that would come in quite handy. I bet they don't take into account rising stress levels if you can't have your coffee do they?????

Apparently I should get "unmarried" cos being married aint so good from a woman's perspective. And I *should* floss more often - I'm just soooo lazy....plus I HATE the feeling of floss between my teeth. *shudder*

Missy said...

I only have 56 more years left (live to 86). Seems I should move closer to family, take aspirin, have less stress (new baby, death of Mom), floss regularly, and cut out chocolates. Rat bastards, don't they realize that chocolates are my coping mechanism?

: )

widget said...

94 Baby! That's right I will be an old codger to 94!!! Apparantly I need to sort out a few things to get to 100 (exercise more than 4 days a week will add 1-2 years), change my lifestyle to be less stressful (1 year) and get more regular health checks....

River said...

Only making it to 93 here. I was hoping to beat my grandma who made it to 96. Maybe if I lose a bit more weight.....

Frogdancer said...

Missy,
I think you and I use the same crutch. Nothing like some Cadbury dairy milk when the going gets tough!

To everyone else....
why is it that we know all the things we should do, but it's just too hard??? It doesn't seem fair. (Except for Widget. She actually does the things she should. It's very irritating.)