I turned 60 last year, and tbh, I don't really feel any different than I did at 40. I'm not particularly active, but I have recently given up both smoking and alcohol, with a view to staying healthy in the future. I get outside most days, exercising our dogs, but I've never been one for running or jogging. I eat whatever I like (not processed stuff though, because I don't like it), and probably too much of it, as I'm
carrying some excess weight, but meh, it doesn't bother me.
I play computer games, and D&D, my interests are photography and making bath bombs, we paid off our mortgage years ago, and I don't need to work, thank Gawd! My darling Dad died last year at age 91, and consequently we're (that's the husband and me) about to have a bit of an inherited windfall - so plenty of exciting things planned for the future - house renovation, holidays, all the things we couldn't afford until now. Life is good, and I'm not worried about what's to come - we'll either stay healthy or we won't - but if I end up in a care home, just stick a laptop in front of me and I'll happily game myself into oblivion (no pun intended).
I realise how lucky we are not to be beset with health issues - neither of us have done anything to 'earn' that luck - we've both been big drinkers and smokers in the past - but the aforementioned father was drinking white wine on the day he died, and gave up smoking at the age of 90 because he had a short hospital stay and they wouldn't lety him have his cigars (no shit Sherlock!).
No one knows what's to come, but I try to live my life as though I'm immortal - until fate proves otherwise, of course!