A Grain of Salt...

Friday was rough... I was feeling a little weak Friday morning when I reported to the gym for my workout. I assumed I was just a little tired - it's that time of the year. I'm not usually much for stopping during my workout, but I had trouble making it to the end of the allotted time on almost everything we did. My teammates began asking me if I was OK, and I said, "I'm fine", trying to shrug it off. I pushed on through for a few minutes, but then I heard someone (probably Lisa - she's "Mom" to the rest of us) tell Johnnie that I was gray, and someone else said I had no color in my face. He checked my pulse, and my heart rate was fine. We were almost finished with our workout, so he had me just slow down a little bit. When I got home, I started thinking about the previous day and what I had eaten and, more importantly, what I had drank. I had nearly a gallon and a half of water on Thursday, but I didn't get rid of nearly that much. When that happens, I surmised to myself, there is usually one culprit: sodium. Time to start reading labels a little more closely! I ran by the store and bought a bunch of the lowest sodium tuna I could find, and then made sure I ate nothing with more than a trace of sodium in it for the rest of the day. I drank the same quantity of water on Friday, but with vastly different results. After watching the scales not move all week, Saturday morning I woke up two and a half pounds lighter, and feeling a LOT better than I did Friday!