I am the only one that watches my sodium intake. Pooldad is great about keeping low salt and salt-free groceries in the house, but I, and I alone, am responsible for what goes into my mouth. In almost two years I can honestly think of only two times I have exceeded my limit of 1,000 mg of sodium/daily. [Both of those days involved a certain fast food chain and their most popular sandwich. Not naming any names - Mac - but you really need not be so tasty . . .]
I have been extra diligent since I became sicker a few months back and while we wait on our insurance to go through [no, really - don't ask] but when I was making Wallene's lunch tonight I gave in to temptation. It's hard to make a cold cut sub with provolone cheese and deli mustard and not want a taste.
Don't think so? You try it. heehee
So, dangit, I made the sandwich.
Here it is in all its [pathetic] glory:
It is one slice of rye bread, one slice of provolone, one slice of beef bologna, one slice of salami and 1 tbsp of brown mustard.
After I totaled it and realized I was going to over shoot my limit by more than a Big Mac for a half of sandwich, I STILL said the heck with it and sat down to eat it. [The whole while I was rationalizing how good I have been for so long - water on the lungs be damned.]
Here's where the "Salt Mafia" comes into play. Seems "someone else" is watching what I eat too because, as much as I wanted that sandwich, I did not eat it.
Nope. I was kept from eating it by one of my greatest gag reflexes.
Hair in my food.
[You are so glad you are still reading this aren't you?]
And it wasn't just one hair, it was two! ::groan:: I think I could've made it past the first one, but the second one popped up so fast I wasn't chancing a third and throwing up whatever I managed to get down. I know it wasn't mine or Wallene's because our hair is too long, so I suspect someone has been planting Pooldad or Scooby hair in the 'fridge.
So whomever is plucking my husband and/or my dog and planting their hair in the salty, tasty goodness I want?
I am off to have a fruit popsicle.
I would have a Christmas cookie, but . . . um, those are all gone. [Hey! At least they are low in sodium. :D]
Have a good Tuesday Tadpoles. See ya' on the flipside.