Saturday, October 26, 2013
Salt, my secret obsession. I could eat it right out of the salt shaker. Actually I do. Now the doctor and the blood pressure cuff are telling me to lay off the salt, not just cut back but give it up entirely.
Chips, ramen noodles, fries, popcorn, dill pickles, peanuts...these are a few of my favorite things. For most of these things I can come up with a low fat alternative that satisfies, but they all need SALT.
Last night I was actually successful at dinner. I made spicy marinara and grilled portabellas over pasta. No salt added. It was delish. But the urge to "shake" was hard to resist. And how many recipes can I actually eat without salt? My success is doubtful at this moment, especially since I totally failed at lunch today. Who can resist ramen with a poached egg and Sriracha?
Of course the swollen legs and inability to wear cute shoes is a big incentive, but taste, that's a powerful force. And don't tell me Mrs. Dash is a great substitute. She's nothing but a poser in the worst sense of the word. It's a fine balance between my enjoyment of food and my need to be healthy. Most times in my life, the food wins out.
Like I've said before, I don't want to end up like my dad, eating myself into long term decline in health. But for a foodie, the adjustment is not going to be easy.