I'm not someone who readily embraces change. Granted, some changes, like the prospect of me getting a new car, are fun and even reassuring.
But there are changes that are not so fun.
Daylight savings time, for example. It has completely messed me up. I want to go to bed early more often than not and when I do, I wake up entirely too early. My body is refusing to adjust.
Then there's salt. After a run at high blood pressure, a friend saw me salting my food and had a fit, saying surely that isn't helping. The boyfriend agreed and suddenly I went from coating my food in the white stuff (even pizza) to almost entirely leaving the salt shaker alone.
While I'm truly proud of that change and never ever thought I could do it, it has its repercussions, too. I can't eat certain processed foods because all I taste is sodium. And canned soup is now out of the question.
I've been dieting and have shed a size. A change with perks, yes, but if I don't shop in the right places, replenishing my wardrobe can be expensive.
Speaking of the diet, I now eat too much. Yes, you read that right-breakfast, lunch and dinner. Snacks, too. It's working, but by 6 p.m. when all I want is to kick back with a Corona Light, I'm too full to have a beer.
Though that one's change I can live with.
I have to also deal with the weather change. I'm downright cold all of the time and I finally had to stow away my open-toed summer shoes.
Sigh. Some of my changes are good, some not so good.
I guess I'll just hang in there until, well, until the next big change.