I was born after the war in 1950. The generation that fought that war have always had my respect for it has meant in my 60 years I have never had to fight or go hungry ,and until the recent tribulations life has been pretty comfortable compared with my ancestors.
As a kid a four mile walk was not out of the question, my parents never had a car, and the horizon always beckoned me. With a bike I went even further. We certainly exercised more as part of normal life. Food was always plain but adequate. No butter but margarine, plenty of lard and dripping. Cheap fatty meats, spuds and cabbage were a feast. It was not until my forties that I put on weight, after my last dog died and I did not walk so far and so often.
So here I am at sixty, over wieght and with diabetes. I am also fed up with the nonestop barrage of conflicting "research " results telling us what is good or bad for us. I have no problem with thin people, some of my best friends are thin, but as far as I am concerned all the preaching falls on my deaf ears.