Look, I’m not perfect either. Last week I left half a tuna sandwich on my desk for three hours. I stared at it. I even picked it up. Then I remembered this article I’d write, and I tossed it. (Tossed it right into the trash with a dramatic sigh.)
The bottom line: Two hours is the hard limit. After that, the risk goes up faster than your heart rate when you see the bill at the ER. If it’s a super hot day or it’s been sitting near a heater, make it one hour.
So, next time you’re tempted to eat that forgotten egg sandwich from lunchtime? Don’t. Make a new one. Your future self—the one without cramps—will send you a mental high-five. Now go enjoy a fresh sandwich, you glorious risk-taker.
