To avoid angioplasty it is not advisable to eat the bacon explosion if there is a history of heart disease in your family.

Barbeque Addicts perhaps unsurprisingly is stateside in origin. The apex of their blog, the holiest of holies, is the bacon explosion. Inter-woven layers of bacon with a layer of Italian sausage meat wrapped around fried bacon, marinated in bbq sauce and grilled. 

This is worrying news. An impending holiday in the sun has been both carrot and stick in my self imposed (and delusional) attempt to get into ‘serious’ shape. Food is my weakness, and the fact that I can’t stop looking at the bacon explosion tells its own story.

Exercising regularly is quite easy. I run frequently and actually enjoy doing strength training and punching the hell out of the heavy bag in the gym 2 or 3 times a week. If I ate like a champion I would probably look pretty good. But getting into ‘six pack shape’ requires a diet that is not conducive to having a life. Stodgy carbs and saturated fats are out, alcohol is a cardinal sin and grazing on seeds, berries and lean protein is the norm. But of course this is impossible if you actually enjoy eating. As for not drinking, unless I ever get pregnant it is not gonna happen.

So I like to eat. A lot. Now that I am aware that the bacon explosion exists and given I have a gas barbecue sitting in my garden, I can think of little else. I am seriously wondering if it is feasible to have a go at it? Of course grilled meat leads to beer and beer leads to more food. It’s an unwinnable war.

Perhaps I should focus on impressing people with my superior bbq skills rather than with my non-existant abs? It would probably be a lot more fun.

Of course there is a huge trade off. The bacon explosion is not going to be as great on your waistline / in your arteries as it is in your mouth. Maybe I will go for a run tonight. Then have a barbecue.