My grandmother was a damned good cook. When she started listening to the health experts and fear mongers, she changed the way she cooked. Tried to cook healthier. It was still good, but not the same.
She came down with a variety of illnesses in her senior years. Cancer, cardiac, kidney issues, among others. She's sitting in her chair at home after a lengthy hospital stay. She looks over at me in her voice that was now so weak you had to concentrate to hear her. She said "I wish I'd never changed how I cooked. Food was better. And the change didn't get me one day extra on this earth." A week or so later she passed away.
I'm not saying be obese or a t-totaller. But do what the hell makes you happy. Tomorrow isn't a guarantee for any of us. We will all be gone from this earth at some point. Might as well enjoy what time we have on this earth while we have it.
Moderation in everything. There's no shortage of things that will kill you. Natural and Not so natural. Accidents, crime. Hell, scientists and doctors are as responsible for as much or more death than alcohol or fried foods are.
One thing is certain. One day, you'll wake up dead. Enjoy what time you have.
But… how did she know it didn’t get her one more day one earth? She could have died years earlier if she hadn’t changed her diet. 🤷🏻♂️
