Is snacking at night unhealthier than eating a greasy snack during the day?

Actually, I never went to bed after a night of quenching thirst at the pub before I had a small Maccie. Or a chicken shawarma sandwich.

Ah, it may be junk food, that greasy bite you consume in the dead of night, but it was delicious. The tastiest calories I could find after all those proper vodka tonic  in the Pijp. Now that I older and a bit wiser and I find myself in a pub less regularly, research has finally been done. Better late than never, you could say. Because can snacking at night be worse than eating unhealthy bites during the day?

According to the Party for the Animals, nighttime snacking should no longer be allowed and you can soon say goodbye to your kebab sandwich and pizza, because they say it contributes to obesity. They also want every fast food place to close its doors at 11:00 PM. Is it really that bad? Well, yes. Actually, it is. It often comes down to when you eat something rather than what you eat. If you eat a lot at night, then your biological rhythm is disturbed. Your digestive processes work less at night because, well, they are actually already in a bit of a rest mode. You might not think about that when you’re singing along with André Hazes from left to right until it gets light, but your food is converted into energy more slowly at night. Because your body thinks: it’s bloody night, it’s dark, I don’t need energy right now.

That’s why you don’t burn those calories at all, especially since you dive straight into bed after your chicken nuggets. Is there any good news, in case you now feel like both a Big Mac and a shawarma sandwich and a pizza after reading this? Yes, indeed. Because if you do it occasionally, it won’t do much harm to your figure. You won’t gain a kilo after a night of partying and snacking. But if you do it several times a week, and every week…

Now the shawarma place knew my girlfriend and me by name back in those years. I can’t remember ever worrying about those calories. Not at all. We had other things on our minds. Where we were going to sleep, with whom, what time we would have breakfast together the next Saturday morning to catch up, that kind of idea. And oh yes, we usually chatted while hungover with a croquette sandwich from Van Dobben. It’s a miracle that I still fit into one pair of jeans from that time, I believe. And that innocent cracker with hummus on the couch now tastes very much like nothing.

Source: rtlnieuws