<p>My grandmother died at age 99. </p>
<p>She smoked for 40 years and finally quit when she was in her mid-60s.</p>
<p>She wouldn’t touch fruits or vegetables after age 70 because her sister told her they’d give her diverticulitis. Her diet consisted exclusively of meats, bread, cookies, candy, and cakes. As a result, she was extremely overweight.</p>
<p>She was a teetotaler who swore she’d never touched a drop of alcohol in her life.</p>
<p>She didn’t exercise.</p>
<p>She was emotionally fragile and got stressed out easily.</p>
<p>She was very religious.</p>
<p>She rarely left her home except to go to church or to the grocery store.</p>
<p>She was obsessive-compulsive about the cleanliness of her home and she vacuumed it two times every day.</p>
<p>She was an avid reader, letter writer, and artist (oil painting.)</p>
<p>Her husband died when she was 58 and she lived alone until age 99, when she entered a nursing home because of problems related to arthritis. She passed away six months later–one week shy of her 100th birthday.</p>
<p>Despite her obesity, unusual diet, history of smoking, and lack of exercise, my grandmother never spent a day in the hospital or took any medications (except a multivitamin.) She was a living testament to the power of genes.</p>
<p>My grandmother’s siblings also lived to ripe old ages, and her son–my dad–is still going strong at age 80. He has the strength and stamina of someone 20 years younger.</p>