I've decided that the reason I've been in such a heinously foul mood for the last couple of weeks is because of being in Salt Withdrawal.

I have to confess that for years and years I've been a salt addict. When I was a child and no one could find the salt-shaker they would come and knock on my door to see if I had it (...I usually did). And one of the things I often have been heard to crow about as being a penultimate glory of living away from home is that I have THREE salt-shakers stationed in the house, one in my room, one in front of the TV, and one in the kitchen. (If we used the dining room more than once a week there would probably be one in there, too, but I just move one, and usually have a fit when I can't find it later...)

Anyway, I've known about the thing where slat hardens your arteries, but I always dismissed coz well, I don't do drugs, I don't smoke, I don't drink, I barely ever eat fast-food and I exercise fairly regularly, I gotta have ONE vice, right? And if all those other boxes are ticked then surely salt wouldn't be too bad? Then my brother was telling me about his Chief, (from his combat academy) who is approximately ten times healthier than I will likely ever be, who had to cut salt out completely because it was really badly impacting his health.


:(


So, I'm cutting out salt except when its in things already, for cooking, or on tomatoes, steak or chicken sandwiches. (and then only the minimum amount)

This was supposed to be a really short entry about salt withdrawal, sorry, clearly I miss it a lot.

2 more days til 50% assignment is duuuuue. Saaaaave meeeee.