As a young teenager, I was on a low-sodium diet.  The experimental side of me did a little dance, and the part of me that liked to make lists was in agreement.  Don't get me wrong: thin, dense bread with no flavor was not a treat.  Nor was low-sodium chartreuse chicken bouillon.  No longer could I eat an entire box of instant au gratin potatoes, or hot dogs or even a certain famous burger from a certain famous fast food place.  A certain processed American cheese product was also forbidden.  I couldn't even have water from our tap since it was softened and therefore had sodium.  Around a certain weepy time of month, there would sometimes be tears and tantrums when I accidentally took two antacids for the calcium, only to discover they didn't have calcium but instead had a gram of sodium.  If I had a high-sodium regression, sore, swollen piano legs were my reward.  Sometimes I'd get a headache or irritable or dizzy.  My doctor tried to tell me it was pitting edema, but my skin always sprang back relatively quickly from being pressed; at least I thought so.  Saltless potato chips were a major help, as well as yogurt raisins.  At fast food places it would take a few minutes longer, but I would order the fries without salt.  They would arrive, burning, crisp and magnificent.  None of the workers ever seemed put out that I would make them start a new batch of fries; some of the people behind me probably received crisper potatoes than they would have otherwise, even if they did have to add salt.  Nowadays, my lips pucker when I eat fries that I didn't order without the salt.
I started eating fewer pickles, gave up cottage cheese, and switched to saltless butter.  When I did have olives, it was very few, and they were rinsed.  Luckily, there was saltless tomato sauce, so I was able to make my own pizza sauce.  Thank God for garlic, the flavoring that sometimes makes things taste like salt has been added.
I tracked my sodium intake--it was supposed to be 1000 mg or less a day.