For instance, I tend to plead a temporary blackout when someone mentions alcohol consumption being tied to short term memory loss, brain cell damage or um, the rest of it, but as soon as I hear good news, I crack open another bottle. So I had cause for celebration today when I read the following:
“Moderate drinkers are at 30% lower risk of heart disease than teetotallers,
according to a study of nearly 12,000 people.”
Hurrah, bring it on I say. However I’m forced to claim blackout again a sentence later to tune out this bit:
“And those who combine a mild tipple with regular exercise are even less likely
to die of the disease.”
Because, you know, I’m lazy. Exercise, schmexercise – I walk to get the bottle opener don’t I? Oh wait it’s a screw top…
Similarly the rest of it – the “moderate” drinking emphasis, the repeated mentions of exercise and the absence of the call to drink whatever you want whenever you want and in whatever quantities you want – I gloss over. Thus in my head this article is telling me that not only is my drinking completely great, I should be doing more of it. In fact I should be drunk right now. God bless the internet, my selective memory and the people who do these studies. And make mine a double.