I’m thinking of my mother, now 95 years old, who eats anything and everything she wants. Her mind is super sharp, and her weight is fine. Her knees bother her some.
Her younger sister passed away yesterday at 93. She was a diet and exercise freak, and harangued Mom endlessly about her lifestyle. She was annoyingly sanctimonious about HER perfect choices.
It seems everyone has his own unique gene thing going on. One size doesn’t fit all.
She sounds like my MIL, 105, has always been adverse to exercise, vegetables, and tasteless water. She is like the Ever-Ready Bunny. God love her!