I Love Salt

I have high blood pressure.

I take medication for it that I hate due to the side effects (one being I have to pee ALL THE TIME.) One of the possibilities that I have high blood pressure is that both of my parents do. The other is my weight, and the fact that I love salt.
I LOVE salt. I put salt on everything! My father once told me he was going to get me a salt lick for Christmas. I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed that he never has gotten me one.

I had to start a low sodium diet because of my blood pressure, and I absolutely hate it. Everything tastes bland. Occasionally when I decide to cheat, or if I have something that is very salty like Chinese food, my heart will beat super-fast, and it will not stop for hours. Due to this and other heart related issues, I had to wear a Holter Monitor for 48 hours. This was the most miserable 48 hours of my life. I couldn’t shower, and I had wires attached to my body in 5 different places, I had to keep the monitor in my bra and sleep with it there, I had no shirts that would hide the stickers on my body so I had to wear scarves, and to top it all off, I had an allergic reaction to whatever goop they put on the stickers. I had welts on my body for a month. After all of this, they found NOTHING wrong with me. THIS IS NOT NORMAL PEOPLE! I think this is a side effect from my blood pressure medication, because this never ever happened before.

Thinking that there is a possibility that I wouldn’t have to take this medication anymore, and my body wouldn’t overreact every time I had something salty, makes me want this surgery.

Thinking I could be a NORMAL sized bride, and not have to worry about covering my fat arms in my wedding dress, being able to actually TRY ON my wedding dress, and not having to settle because it was the only thing that fits me, makes me want this surgery.
The possibility that I could be normal sized when I get pregnant, and give my children a better possibility of not being obese makes me want this surgery.

Not feeling like people are staring at me makes me want to have this surgery.
Never having to wear that fucking Holter Monitor again makes me want to run to the surgeon right now and beg him to do it today.