Oncle Fabi encore

Luke asks:

Oncle Fabi,

In my younger years I tended to consider my body as a mere vehicle, a meat machine necessary to move my incredible mind and sensory organs from place to place.

As the years advance, it becomes more and more apparent that this meat machine requires maintenance (or as the hoi polloi put it 'exercise') to avoid long periods of convalescence.

What would be your recommendation for the reluctant excerciser? Pilates? Yoga? Rock Climbing? Parlour Parkour?

All the best,

Luke

I apologise for the rather… lascivious tone of the first part of this answer. Like 100% of all known intellectuals, Oncle Fabi is obsessed with sex. Bouf! One gives a Gallic shrug of one’s shoulders, and moves on.