Depending on who I'm staying with, I'm either eating Lucky Charms for dinner, exercising regularly, walking around in my robe until noon, drinking wine with every meal, working my ass off, watching stupid kitten videos on YouTube or.... basically, I fall into my hosts good and bad habits.
"I think it's because their minds are comfortable," said Hwang Song Gi, 78, "because every day they have a schedule, with lunch at the same time, and dinner, and exercise".
In it, he offers his prescriptions for longevity: curiosity, humor, a disciplined diet ("a modest breakfast dominated by fruit; a decent lunch, and a light dinner") and daily exercise, concentrating on "flexes and crunches for the abdomen because a strong abdomen is key to posture".
Forget the meal that the host prepared or the conversation we could have had, dinner became an exercise of what was going on in another world.
There is no time to exercise, prepare dinner or even relax.
Indeed, a Holbrooke dinner party is an exercise in seduction at the very highest level, not least for the journalist invited to watch.
For people who like to exercise after dinner, this can certainly be a problem.
Life is boringly routine after school, wake up, go to work, (hopefully you brush your teeth and stuff beforehand), exercise, eat dinner, hang out a little, go to bed, and do it all over again for five freaking days straight.
I have a favorite exercise at dinner parties where we go around the table and come up with a song that people will be listening to 100 years from now like Gershwin's "Someone to Watch Over Me".
