Screw the salt Nazis. Low salt diets were krap a half century ago and they’re krap now. I settled this with my own personal Quack during my annual physicals long ago. The test is this in my case at least: If I don’t get enough salt during the day I wake up at the stroke of midnight with a Charley Horse. The fix is to limp to the kitchen and lick a few sprinkles of salt out of my palm. It doesn’t take more than 30 seconds for the Horse to start clearing and the reason is the salt starts absorbing on the way down the esophagus. The other half of the coin is that if I get too much salt I hear it in my ears. That’s fixed by drinking a little extra water.
So the salt Nazis can kiss my bleep. And Oh, BTW, the sugar Nazis can suck my popsicle for all the same reasons. It’s all about eating a balanced diet, folks.
The walk to the kitchen relieves your leg cramps. Your getting relief by putting salt in your mouth is just a psychological thing you’ve adopted.
My doctor 5 years ago told me to cut out the salt.
Next visit 6 months later I told him I was tired all the time.
He discovered through blood tests that I was very low on sodium. Good-Bye Doctor.