The Secret To Long Life

She's in her 60s

Recently someone I thought to have been a woman in her 60s and one that I often greeted casually, celebrated her eightieth birthday. I was reluctant to join the long queue of parishioners who followed in the thanksgiving Service as somewhere at the back of my mind I was wondering when increasing your age has become another way of scoring a cheap publicity point. From the caliber of persons who followed her, some of whom were bent over I advised myself to join as Surely these persons too could not possibly be lying.

In fact I was Hardly the only one who thought so as the special invitee, a highly placed Government official and a good friend of the celebrants grandson joked that he was looking out to see who the eighty year old celebrant was. During photographs, It fully became my business to be there and I made sure that the only picture I was not found in was the one of she and her only brother. I even found myself in pictures with daughters, grand daughters, In laws, Village Women' association and all other pictures taken that day. Tell me who would not want to be associated with such a feat especially as this Mummy still had all her factors Screaming.

I cornered her later and ask the faithful question "mommy?" I called smiling I am really impressed I'm totally dumbfounded, what would you say is the secret to looking good at eighty? I hastily added "if you can tell me in one sentence?" she smiled and said "Watch what you eat and exercise". That sounded good enough to me the question now was can I truly implement this? Looking at her again I was determined but didn't want to keep it to myself.