I've always looked at people of all sorts of backgrounds and ages. It's something I do besides wander the isles of the grocery store reading labels. The older Germans are built well, I went to the cemetery a few months ago to look at grave stones, that kind of primary research is insightful, you go to random cemeteries and look at average ages, lots of people died in their 80's and 90's at least in this city where I live.
So in the morning I go to market, old hags out and about with their walkers. No joke. These old ladies are focused, I think a bomb could drop and they wouldn't blink, of course they probably got that out of their system in WWII. Anyway, the oldest ones, I always see the same things in the basket, a selection of meat (Germans like pork or beef, mostly pork), a bag of oranges, some cheese, butter, and some type of sweet pastry. I love them all--the old ladies. When I get up to the line and put my stuff on the belt, they look over and then give me a small look, and I get the little smile, like yeah, you know, this is how you live to 100, welcome to the club. Of course I don't get the pastry, but I make up for it in oranges.
So some might associate the walker thing with not being healthy. But you know whatever. They are alive and out on their own. I'd say as long as you can still buy and eat your own food, that's pretty good, even though their are some out their that are more mobile. I like their style. They slap all this healthy food on the belt, and then like it's just for spite this one pastry, it's like a big middle finger. I like it.