I’m very excited to have Himalayan sea salt in my kitchen now. Literally, there’s a big plastic bag of pink salt sitting on the floor of my kitchen, containing my 6 1/4 pound share of the 25 pound bag several of us split. The surprising thing is how dense salt is, and how little space 25 pound bags of salt take up compared to say, a 25 pound bag of wheat.
Why so attached to my salt you may ask? Well, the main reason is for my iodine intake. I’ve been taking selenium to help my thyroid function more effectively, but I’m hoping with the combination of selenium and more iodine in my diet, my thyroid will really take off (so to speak). I’ve read that himalayan salt has all kinds of trace minerals and is amazingly good for you and pretty much cures every medical condition there is, so that’s a nice bonus I guess….
Today has been the kind of day that reminds me why I really want to get my thyroid straightened out. I don’t know for sure if it’s my thyroid, or the Lyme disease, or the antibiotics, but what started out as a blah Monday has become a clearly not quite right kind of day.
I’m tired–more so than usual for the past week or so–but the most noticeable sign of not being quite right is the emotional roller coaster I seem to be riding. Not the up and down kind, just the really swervy kind. The kind where I get distracted from stressing out about every social situations I’ve been in for the past two days, and wondering how many dumb things I said, by crying over random Christmas music that isn’t particularly sad.
I struggled through most of the day until I remembered one of my rules of thumb from being single. Put succinctly, emotions happen. Yes, I realize they’re not as uncontrollable as everyone makes them out to be, but particularly on a day when I suspect my emotional roller coaster has some kind of chemical cause in my currently somewhat broken physiology, it’s helpful to remember to just say, “Yep, that’s how I feel right now. Moving on.”
Despite the fact that I’m not feeling like a productive, happy person right now, there is grocery shopping and baking to plan, Christmas music that needs to be listened to, and dishes which will probably make me much happier when they’re drying in the dish drain instead of piled on the counter. I should perhaps not remind myself of such things as Christmas parties to go to, as they sound rather exhausting at the moment… I can, however, easily believe that Christmas decorations will probably make me happy in the very near future.
So, after eking out the energy to do laundry, trying and failing to nap, and washing most of the dishes, I tackled a project that is making me happy today: salt. I dumped out my old boring sea salt (into a plastic baggie–surely you didn’t think I just threw it away?) and washed both my salt shakers and my kitchen salt jar in preparation for filling them with new, lovely pink salt. It’s been that kind of a day.