Bill O'Reilly here and I'm warming up.

Standby for the O'Reilly Update Morning Edition.

But first.

On this Tuesday, I noticed a study out of the University of Michigan that estimates the

slow death of people who eat comfort food.

Researchers selected what tastes good and subtracted minutes from our lives if we consume the

following.

For every helping your existence will be six minutes shorter.

Peats are eight minutes shorter.

Double cheeseburgers say about a nine minutes.

Soda, 12 minutes closer to death every beverage.

And the absolute worst is eating a hot dog.

For every Frank digested, you lose a whopping 36 minutes of your life.

Now if that study is true, I should have been dead eight years ago.

My mother boiled hot dogs like a mad woman.

I thought I might die on the spot eating them.

Who knew back in the 1960s that hot dogs were the new black plague.

And what about that Joey Chessnut guy?

He's still walking around after eating thousands of dogs.

Bacon and pizza are American staples and the average lifespan in this country is approaching

80.

So what's up with that?

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