Hot Dogs Rule

There are few things in life that give you as much joy and satisfaction as a good hot dog at a baseball game. Sure, I know having children gives you a ton of joy, and that finishing your first ascent of Mt. Everest can leave you with a profound sense of satisfaction, but hot dogs are easier to clean up after and you don't need a sherpa to carry them back to your seat (even though my seat was only 400 feet lower than the peak of Mt. Everest).


I know there are supposedly bad things in hot dogs. You know what, I don't care. Heck, sulfites have to be ok in small quantities. Ignorance is bliss. Humans have been eating animal parts stuffed into casings for millennia with spectacular results, and I intend to carry on these fine traditions for a few more decades.

Besides, is there anything more American than eating a hot dog at a baseball game? Heck, the hot dog even speaks to our keen sense of individuality. You can have your dog short, foot long, with kraut, mustard, relish, onions, mango salsa or without. Personally, I'll take mine with spicy mustard and onions. Just no mayo (too Dutch) or Ketchup (I'll leave my rant against the evils of Ketchup for another post).

Now before everyone thinks I've ditched my weight loss goals and doomed my body to eternal suffering, note that one raging hot dog every few weeks won't kill you. In fact, if you PLAN AHEAD, you'll be more than ok. The point of changing your lifestyle is to lose weight and enjoy food. This means eating healthy most of the time, and enjoying the foods that you love some of the time. As the cookie monster says, "A cookie is a sometimes food."