I have never bought salt unless it was rock salt. And that was to make ice cream or keep the maggots away.
I have no salt shaker in my house. I never add it to anything. But I eat a fuckton of processed foods so I am sure I get way more than I should.
We used to go to the Goshen Truck Stop with my grandpa a lot for breakfast and I was always repulsed by how he ate. He would pretty much get pancakes, hash browns, eggs, and toast. Then cover that shit in salt and pepper and Tabasco. Then he would mix it up into a nasty soup and go to town. It was repulsive.
I am very picky about foods touching each other. If syrup touches my hash browns I will cut of the contaminated part and set it aside.
But grandpa loved the salt so much his doctor warned him. And one day when grandpa was at work and he had a heart attack. He died about a week later in the hospital.