"you think this because you are a moron".

I hear ya.

Honestly for me to reach middle age would be a feat. Of all the things that could possibly kill me; if I'm in good shape by then I like my chances a lot more.

To be textbook "healthy" I would have to excercise every couple hours, sleep straight through the night 7-8 hours uninterrupted. Drink 8 glasses of water, a glass of milk(though dairy consumption is questionable-so maybe a oral vitamin D supplement in the wintertime-but vitamins effectiveness has proved misleading)eat 4 servings of fruit and vegetables per day,eat maybe 25 grams of protein in the form of fish and get "1/4 the time it takes for me to get sunburnt" worth of sunlight per day. This is all in conjunction with a stress free life as well. I'd have to practice quality breathing and stretching.

It's funny. As much as I desire immortality, the fact that I see it as unattainable leads me to treat my body in such a way that entire decades are likely being shaved off of its lifespan. My fear of death should motivate me to stop smoking cigarettes, eat more vegetables and less macaroni and cheese, and get up off my ass once in a while for something other than eating more macaroni and cheese. And yet...

Hey now shoveling mac and cheese in your gobstopper and switching off to smoke in between bites could be be considered excersise if you just do it at the proper speed...

If you've seen how fast I eat then you'd know that I'm the picture of health. A highly photoshopped picture, but that's beside the point.

and yet it all is purely chance. We've already lasted longer than many.

A regular bacon of ,I mean beacon of health! ;)

On a serious note the title of this thread and the pyschobable there in reminds me a lot of this classic Hitchcock film...

See, this is why I like you.

;)