Carla and I have been working super hard to make things better in our worlds. When my third marriage finished, , and let us only say it is over, please, I only knew it had become time to force a shift. And not just some change, I am talking a heavy change, honey.
Yet it only seems everybody wants to keep me down. Life is so rough, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just lectured me regarding getting the proper form of exercise. He recognizes I have been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.
But he only keeps lecturing me about diet and exercise, saying to me that my body would improve over the long term if I treat it as if I care for it it.
He’s big on biking, but I enjoined him cycling seats bother me and I just can’t imagine putting on those tight cycling jerseys. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more reasonable when he started speaking about things I could do in the solace of my own place.
Stationary bikes may certainly work better for me than bicycling out in public and weight benches and fitness mats are a bit more my speed.
But I likewise argue that I obtain enough fitness in my day-to-day life. Just last calendar week I got tons of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart as we adorned her backyard for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden bench layout for open-air party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretches and movement required to make all those string lights position right was like aerobic exercises.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, friend, that was challenging work! After all that partyin’ and decoratin’ I reckon I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging fool to push garden carts around for 4 hours and reckon how they feel.
I don’t mean to sound whiney. I’ll get it all in concert. I just wish individuals would sometimes center on what I have accomplished instead of what I still must do. I do understand it isn’t simple being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all have to work strong to be happy, I suppose.