Charlene and I have been working super hard to work matters better in our worlds. After my third spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only recognized it was time to realize a shift. Not just some change, I am talking a serious shift, girlfriend.
Yet it only seems everybody wishes to keep me out. Life is so rough, isn’t it? When I saw my physician to talk about the tummy tuck quote I was quoted, he just ragged me about finding the proper form of exercise. He recognizes I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.
Yet he only keeps lecturing me about dieting and exercise, telling me my body would improve over the long term if I handle it like I love it.
He’s big on bicycling, but I enjoined him bicycle seats bother me and I just can’t imagine wearing those tight bicycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he got a little more moderate when he started talking about stuff I could do in the solace of my own place.
Stationary bikes might certainly work easier for me than bicycling out in the open and weight bench and exercise mats are a little more my speed.
But I likewise feel that I get enough exercise in my daily life. Just last calendar week I got tons of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart while we adorned her backyard for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for open-air party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and effort necessary to make all those tiki torches set properly was like aerobics.
Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, girlfriend, that was challenging work! After all that partying and decorating I bet I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ sap to press garden carts around for 4 hours and reckon how they feel.
I do not mean to sound querulous. I will get it all together. I just wish people would sometimes center on what I’ve finished rather than what I still must do. I do understand it is not easy being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all have to work hard to be happy, I suppose.
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