High blood pressure. The three words, one little phrase, that started off this Monday with a wake-up call. While I’m happy these three words do not apply to me, they do apply to my man, who enjoys my meals everyday, which almost makes it worse.
For the most part, I’ve always thought that we live a healthy lifestyle: I buy fresh meat and vegetables from the Reading Terminal Market (RTM). We rarely eat dessert. The only time I fry something is when I’m making corn tortilla chips. We both exercise on a regular(-ish) basis, at least 2 – 3 times per week.
But, of course with a little bit of research, I have narrowed it down to two main culprits: sodium and alcohol, but the main one is sodium.