Given the option, I'll take salty over sweet any day. I routinely over-salt my cooking, have been scolded by my mother for salting food at a restaurant before even tasting it and know all too well what it feels like to have to rub olive oil (and butter in a pinch) on my hands to get a suddenly-too-small ring off after a salt binge. All this is to say I know salt and what it can do to the body when you overdo it.
So when I first read that salt therapy was "the next big thing" in wellness, to say I was skeptical is putting it lightly. We've got sodium warnings on food labels and I'll be damned if I don't read a beauty story every few weeks about how salt is your skin's nemesis when it comes to puffiness and "glow." How could sitting in a room full of salty air possibly be good for anyone?
What is salt therapy, you ask? Basically it's you, sitting in a dimly lit room for an hour, breathing in salt-infused air and letting those salt particles settle on your skin and hair. (Fun fact: Its technical name is halotherapy, which comes from the Greek word halo, meaning "salt.")
Why would anyone do this, you ask? Basically because it promises to detoxify your lungs and nasal passages for easier breathing, purify your skin and alleviate the symptoms of allergies, asthma, and a host of other ailments. Why did I do this, you ask? Basically because it sounded just weird enough to be worth a shot ... and I really like salt.