As an adult, I can bake as many cakes as I want, and everybody will want to hang out with me even more than usual because of all the delicious cakes.
Relevant XKCD
Some recent studies point that bacon is not that bad if you not mix it with a lot of carbos
It’s cured fatty meat.
Too much of it isn’t going to be great no matter what you do.
The thing is, fat isn’t all that bad for you. The idea that fat is unhealthy is mostly dead outside of sugar lobbyists. It’s sugar that you really have to look out for.
Salt is also likely not as bad as reporting used to make it out to be. It causes short term blood pressure increases, but potentially not long term and also we don’t know the direction of causation with that and heart disease.
Basically, don’t over-indulge, but bacon probably isn’t going to kill you.
Weren’t there studies that showed it’s linked to increased risk of cancer? Even all processed meat like hot dogs and sausages.
Red meat and nitrate salts are still not great. It’s not as bad as the internet wellness influencers say it is, but if your other option for breakfast is oatmeal, then bacon is a bad choice for heart health.
But if your other option is breakfast sausage, then yeah, bacon isn’t too bad of an option.
When I was an early teenager I realized with an epiphany that I could take my paper route money, go to the grocery store, and buy my own cookies! It was a light bulb moment. No mom to tell me how many I could have. An entire box of cookies all to myself! So I did it, and I ate half a box of Oreo cookies, and drank 2 cherry Cokes. I got so sick that I threw up and had to go to bed several hours early. At that point I realized that my mom wasn’t just being mean when she told me “no” and put limits on me, and I started listening to her more. Of course a couple of years later my real teenage years started, and I completely forgot that valuable lesson.
Did the same when I got to college and ate three packets of pop tarts for breakfast.
In my early twenties I started getting into the habit of eating a couple Pop-Tarts every morning for breakfas and began to notice Pop-Tarts were giving me pain in my heart. Literal pain in my heart. I’ve always been a healthy fit person, those Pop-Tart pains are the closest thing I’ve ever felt to a heart attack, and anyway that’s how I stopped eating Pop-Tarts.
I’m reminded of Paula Poundstone’s routine on how she eats a box of Pop Tarts a day.
Ah, you see not everyone has a car.
I don’t have a car, I get the train or bus instead.
Because nothing will stop me having cake.
One man can.
