Our heat wave is about to break, and not a day too soon. I got back from my run at 6:30 this morning, and as soon as I stopped, the real sweatin’ began. As I stretched my legs, salty water dripped from every part of me. Had I stayed still, I’m sure I could’ve formed an ocean on my driveway.
I walked in the house licking the salt from my lips and feeling gritty all over. I’m usually a salty sweater, but today I felt like I’d taken a dip in the ocean. **sigh** If only…….
It got me thinkin’. I love salt. I crave salt. I eat salt on just about anything. Even my ice cream. Oh, relax. I don’t salt my ice cream, but I love to add peanuts to it or eat something salty along with it.
I got a little nervous. Maybe I was eating too much salt. So I did some research.
Turns out, some of us are just salty sweaters. And because we sweat out so much salt, it is advised that we take in more sodium to replenish what we’ve lost.
I feel so much better knowing that I crave salt because I’m a salty sweater, and that I’m not a salty sweater because I crave salt.
Well, I understand it.
I’m just hopin’ my doctor does too.