That's how I've been feeling lately. I must have a very trustworthy face. Little old ladies take me aside in stores and ask my opinion on the products they're thinking of purchasing. Like today. A woman in the bread aisle touched my arm. "Excuse me, dear. Can you read this number? Does that say 155 mg of sodium?"
I looked closely at the numbers on the back of the bread bag. "No, it says 135," I told her.
"Oh," she said. "Is that good, 135? I have high blood pressure and high cholesterol."
I pondered for a few moments. How should I answer this? I'm not a doctor, not a nutritionist, not an expert on sodium and blood pressure. I do have my own issues with blood pressure and cholesterol though. We struck up a conversation about the two conditions.
She was adamant that once you're on high blood pressure pills, you're on them for life. I told her I was planning to go off of mine soon since my blood pressure has come down quite a bit.
She asked how I managed to bring it down. Exercise and eating right, I told her.
She asked what kind of bread she should be eating for good health. I recommended pita bread. Her face twisted into one of those "Ewwwwww" expressions. "It doesn't taste that great," I admitted, "but it does seem to be healthy."
She asked if there were any other things I was doing to lower my blood pressure. I figured I'd shock her a bit by revealing one of my latest accomplishments.
"Well, I did take a belly dancing class."
Her eyes kinda went wide.
Maybe I didn't look so trustworthy after that.