Perhaps I have a very very very very subtle death wish. But any time I see a list of "worst foods" or "unhealthiest meals" or "snacks that will kill you dead as soon as you take your first bite," I immediately want to eat most of the foods on that list.
When I saw the latest such countdown of the worst artery-clogging, blood-pressure-spiking cuisine, courtesy of Yahoo! and Men's Health, I also felt a sense of pride. Because I'm pretty sure that during my 13 years in Chicago, I ate about 794 Jimmy John's Italian Night Club subs (oh, the bread!), also known as Number 8 on the list.
So, let's see: 794 sandwiches* times 2,165 grams of sodium means I might have consumed something north of 1.7 million grams of sodium during that part of my life. That sense of pride has just ballooned. Kind of like a cardiac catheter.
* It's possible it was somewhat less like, say, 780 sandwiches.
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I can't really talk. I have a "bacony goodness" tag on my blog, yet I'm on cholesterol medication.
good thing your father is a cardiologist.
or if all arteries clog & you lose circulation to feet, jon could just whack those off.
let me know....
mmmmmmmm....... hungry now?!
Why am I all of a sudden feeling very bloated.
DGB - Bacony goodness. Cracks me up every time.
B - It's good to have relatives in high places.
WVW - Yeah, I got that same feeling. But also a taste for cold cuts.
When you die, can I have your blog address?
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