I recently went to my new doctor.

 After two visits and exhaustive tests, he said I was doing ‘fairly well’ for my age.

I was a bit worried what he meant by that, so I asked him, ‘Do you think I’ll live to be eighty, Doc?’

He looked at me and asked me, “Do you smoke or drink beer or wine?”

I said, “No, nothing like that. And I don’t do drugs either.”

He looked at me again and asked me, “Okay, do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?”

 said, “No, my old doctor told me that all red meat is very unhealthy.”

He looked at me again and asked me, “Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?”

I replied, “No, nothing like that.”

He  looked at me again and asked me, “And do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?”

I said, “No, nothing like that, Doc.”

He looked at me again and said, “Then why do you even care?”