We all age. Some better than others. I don't think I'm aging particularly well -- there's flab where flab didn't previously exist, hair where no hair has gone before (though it could simply be migrating from my head to my back) and sometimes when I watch action movies -- even movies starring guys roughly my own age -- I catch myself thinking, "I'm pretty sure I couldn't physically do that if my very life depended on it."
There's no shame in this. People get old. People get fat. Skin wrinkles, joints stiffen. That's reality.
You know what's not reality? You know what's on the exact opposite end of the spectrum from reality? Star Wars, that's what.
So why, for Yoda's sake, does anyone think it would be a good idea to get Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford back for Star Wars: Episode VII? They are old. They are fat. They are no longer attractive. (Well, Ford still has it, in a roguish, grandfatherly way.)