Thursday, May 22, 2008

Age Is Fine For Cheese and Wine

Today my husband sent me a link to take an online quiz and determine my Real Age. (You can try it too, if you feel so inclined, by clicking on my handy-dandy link). We participated in this quiz for one or more of the following reasons:
1. We were nervous that perhaps we weren't actually as old we had spent our entire lives thinking.
2. We were hopeful that we were actually younger than we spent our entire lives thinking.
3. We have nothing better to do with our time.

The quiz basically takes you through a series of questions regarding your health, habits, relationships, diet and fitness. It's actually kind of cool, because it helps identify those areas that you need to improve in order to have your body age in conjunction with the pages of the calendar.

I will admit I went in smugly, because I eat really well, I've always exercised, I have great friends and family who are a big part of my life, I've never habitually smoked, drank, blah, blah, blah. Miss Perfect was looking to come out in her biological twenties.
The Mr. in this equation eats red meat as if we own a cattle ranch. I won't divulge his past habits, but suffice it to say I knew he would be checking a lot more "yes I have" boxes than I did. He never really gets why I have "so many friends" and feel the need to communicate with them daily. Mr. Not Quite As Perfect As His Wife should've been rolling into his biological fifties.

Well.
Guess what.

I came in "SEVERAL" YEARS OLDER than I actually am, and he came in "SEVERAL" YEARS YOUNGER!
The results looked a little somethin like this:





I claim total unfairness because I had to check off "yes" on the breast cancer gene. He claims that it TOTALLY DOESN'T MATTER if he eats crap every day, never talks to his friends, and spent half his life with Captain Morgan.

And apparently, he's right.


*In all fairness, the guy bikes twenty-two miles a day. But I'M the one who eats eggplant and doesn't drink soda. I WAS THE GOOD SON!

12 comments:

Linsey said...

And then the next line in the "movie" is "Jim, I love you." Great! I have always felt like the brother of the prodigal son drew the short straw.

Dude, cancer will do it every time. Time will tell, only, assuming one is happily married and I know you are, who wants to outlive or be outlived by their spouse anyway...never mind by "several" years? Give him some of your eggplant and help yourself to a little steak.

Ilene said...

Your last line made me laugh out loud.

May I refer you to Elder Holland's G.C. talk in 2000 called, "The Other Prodigal Son?"

Annemarie said...

Just took it. It better say that I'm "like" a 25 year old.

BTW, LOVE the poll to the right. I think you know my answer!!!

gab said...

This confirms my theory...eating eggplant and avoiding soda don't make you live forever...it just feels like it!

♥Shally said...

Ha!Ha!

Too funny. I am going to make Zach take this test with me when he gets home. He really is younger than me, so this is my chance to give HIM a hard time.

Hopefully...

Anna said...

So there you have it, I took the same quiz last year and I am several years younger than my birth certificate indicates. So that puts me only 5 years older than you. I feel so much better.

Hollyween said...

I did it! I'm 4 years younger than my real age. That's right. I'm only 25 years old! Yay me.
FUN TEST!

Tristan said...

Interesting results. I will have to try that test out for myself.

Motherhood for Dummies said...

ha haa. I so want to take that test now for my hubby and I. We are probably both going to get labeled too immature :)

D-dawg said...

So not fair. I know that would happen to me and my husband if we took it and I would be mad.

By the way, I got your cd you sent in the mail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!

diane said...

I took this test awhile ago. My actual chronilogical age is 47, my real age is 53...sucks to be me!

Heidiram said...

Now you will be on their e-mail list forever. And it doesn't matter how many times you unsubscribe. They will try to age you by making your blood pressure shoot through the roof every time you get another e-mail from them in your inbox.