I gave blood over at Bethesda awhile back, their incentive was a free "cholesterol test". They sent back a card with the number 111 on it. We don't have any history of heart trouble in our family (they all die at 90-plus, many over 100). But they didn't cut the number up between HDL or LDL cholesterol, numbers I read about but never had evaluated. I know my blood pressure is 105/68, my vision is 20/15-20/20 but that's about it. I smoke too many cigarettes I know, I have my drinkies, I grill my steaks and roast my standing ribs rare, and smoke my pig butts over hickory. I mess with more broads than is wise, too I suppose. I'm lucky not to have weight-gain issues or back trouble too. I wonder, but don't worry. I figure I wake up one fine day and it all comes upon me. The bad back, vision shot to [censored], hemorrhoids, ulcers, whatever attacks someone that gets old. Meanwhile, I turned 51 last week.
While I'm ok, I just don't worry about it. I walk the golf course when they let me (bag on a hand-puller, I can't haul a tour bag and play at the same time), but none of my friends do. I'm lucky with the family history and physical makeup, and I'm very, very lucky with my habits but one wonders when the risk factors piling up start to manifest themselves. Maybe the secret of all these worries is not to worry.