As if being old wasn’t hard enough without being moralised at. When I was sixty I decided never to waste time finishing a book I didn’t like, when I was seventy the decision was to say yes to everything offered (unless driving) and at eighty never to eat cabbage again. The older we get, the more we should do what gives us pleasure, and the poster does seem very judgemental. As my dear late MiL said, the question is what am I saving myself for?