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Real Age

A while back, Oprah had a couple of doctors on her show talking about your "Real Age", which is the effect of your entire lifestyle on how old you really are. I found a web site dedicated to the theory and found out that I'm not as old as I think I am! After taking the TEST, I found out that although I am 37.9 years in number, I am 32.2 in effect. Cool.

They did recommend that I eat more fish & nuts in my diet. I was really hoping for more chocolate.

Comments

Melanie said…
I took the test and I am 29.4 years old in numbers and 31.3 years in effect. They gave me lots of recommendations including getting more sleep- HA!! It also recommended that I eat healthier- but I'm going to take your idea and go have some chocolate!
Unknown said…
Even though I didn't get around to taking the test, I'm sure with all the fish, chicken, veggies & fruit that I eat, it would def say that chocolate is in order. I had my fudge last week so I'll hold off a bit until I'm ready for another dose.
Paul said…
You're as old as you feel, as they say.
PandaMom said…
OK~I'll go do the test. Hopefully, I'm not 67.

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