I truly do imagine a world where I feast upon nothing but fresh veggies and clean unprocessed food. Then my hair and skin gets extra shiny, and I can jog 50 miles every day... oh and I become a female Benjamin Button and am suddenly a healthy 20 year old again. Well fantasy aside I always get that gnawing thought that my diet needs to get better asap. Then I remember the bacon. Sizzling, salty, sinful bacon. And the dream dies.