ThinkThought # 13 : SODIUM OVERDOSE

Living in my own place has allowed me to do something that I have always loved to do: cook. I thoroughly enjoy making delicious concoctions with a University budget, but even more so pretending to do it in front of a live audience of middle aged, overweight women who will clap at anything in order to get the free Kitchen Aid Blender promised to them after the taping of the show.

Maybe I shouldn't have admitted that?

Yesterday, I decided to get groceries. SO many groceries. And I also decided to try out things that I had never tried out before, such as Western Family Instant Mashed Potatoes. I also bought 1.3 kg of veggie ground, which looking back, may be considered going overboard. Moreover, I have already eaten 1/4 of this veggie ground, within the past 18 hours... perhaps also going overboard? But that is neither here nor there. What I did was make a packet (yes an entire packet) of instant mashed potatoes, mixed it up with some fried up veggie ground, and topped with 8 brussels sprouts. I finished my plate, reclined in my chair, and let out a satisfied sigh, signifying a job well done. That is, until I read the box of mashed potatoes.

I realized that I had just consumed 200% of my daily sodium intake in one sitting, and that's not putting into consideration the amount of salt and cajun spice (which, lets be honest, is nearly completely entirely salt) that I had put on my veggie ground. Although, I feel "put" is an innapropriate word. More like "drenched"...

After completely calculating my meal, I was shocked... no... appalled, at the fact that I had consumed 300% of my daily sodium intake for one day over a ten minute period (ewe... period). In a fervent attempt to find out the consequences of my foolhardy decision, and the possible reactions to a sodium overdose, I went to the only place I thought could help me. Wikipedia. Turns out I am now destined to have brittle bones and bloat (retention of water... gross).

So this is it... I'm a goner. If you find me on a street corner somewhere, whalian in stature with broken bones, you will know what happened. All because of my Western Family Instant Mashed Potatoes.