What's your 'Real Age'?

RealAge, Inc. is an American media corporation that provides health information to consumers. The company’s stated mission is to encourage consumers to maximize their health and wellness by making their "RealAge" younger. It was founded by media medic, Michael Roizen, currently the chief wellness officer at The Cleveland Clinic.

log on to realage.com

So basically its a website which asks you a bunch of questions then it tells you what age you really are. It will ask you things like from 'how much do you drink' to 'how many orgasms do you have a week' and so on. It is a long quiz. Apparently since it started in 1999, 27 million people have taken the test. Guess everyone wants to live life to the youngest!

So of course I took the test..and I am not revealing my real age. I was appalled to say the least! And now they are sending me all sorts of suggestions about how I can 'regain my youth' e.g:

Burn More Fat with These Breakfast Foods

Why don't you try it out and find out what your real age is. And give me feedback whether you think it is realistic or not.

PS: Those 3 breakfast foods are eggs, yoghurt and whole-grain cereal. Find out more at the website!

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Saving Mandy

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