Would you rather give it your all in the annual NYC hot dog eating contest (even though most of us mortals would fail miserably against these eating machines) OR spend the entire holiday weekend fasting on water and saltines while still attending all your social events and BBQs?

Normally, I would never even consider putting my body through the hell of an eating contest. However, I write this as I head out to a BBQ that I know will have burgers, hotdogs, potato salad, baked beans, pasta salad, fresh fruit, homemade chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches, beer, mojitos, ice cream drum sticks and chips. I am seriously considering the 10 minutes of hot dog hell.