There was a restaurant in Boston, Jake Wirth’s, that dated from 1868. Sawdust on the floor. Old waiters with black suits and white aprons.
They served a lunch consisting of a big slab of boiled bacon and some boiled potatoes, along with a mug of beer or two.
Who eats like that, these days?
Well, back in the day you went out after that and dug a half mile of ditch. By hand.
These days, assuming you don’t hire it out like most upscale people, you ride a zero turn lawn mower around for an hour. And then go to the gym for your appointment with your trainer.