An ironic gift from my late parents is that I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but I very definitely have a salt tooth. It’s not that I put a lot of salt on foods, so much as that the foods I enjoy most are salty instead of sweet. I am relatively indifferent, for example, to chocolate, but a plate of fresh-sliced and salted tomatoes makes me lose control. I don’t know why this came about, other than maybe it is simply my biology. My mom actually used to salt her salads.
The bitter pill to swallow about this is twofold: I don’t eat a lot of simple sugars, and have been fairly thin all my life. At the same time, though, I have hypertension, just like my mom and dad did. I take Diovan every day, and that has it under control.
There is good news. If I had to name my favorite food, it would be fresh fruit, and often the fruits that are not all that sweet. I like Gala apples and cantaloupe, for example, but I am not crazy about bananas. Fresh blueberries taste amazing to me.
Dinner tonight? Toothpaste.
On the other hand, I inherited from my pioneer ancestors a craving for almost all foods, be they sweet, salty, fatty, greasy, or even (god forbid!) healthy.
But especially the sweet, fatty, salty, greasy foods. :-)
Fortunately, I was able to stay even thinner than you until marrying. My wife’s regular cooking has ballooned me up to 185 pounds, but that’s not a bad weight for a 6’2′ frame…