Carla and I are going real hard to make matters right in our lives. When my 3rd marriage ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only knew it had become time to force a shift. Not only any change, I’m talkin’ a heavy shift, girlfriend.
Yet it only seems everybody wishes to hold me down. Life is so rough, isn’t it? When I visited my physician to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just lectured me about getting the proper kind of exercise. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.
Yet he just keeps lecturing me about dieting and fitness, saying to me my body will improve over the long term if I handle it like I care for it it.
He’s big on bicycling, but I told him cycle seats bother me and I just can’t fathom wearing those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more reasonable when he began speaking about things I could do in the solace of my own house.
Stationary bikes may certainly function better for me than riding out in public and weight-lifting benches and exercise mats are a bit more my speed.
But I also argue that I obtain enough exercise in my daily life. Just last calendar week I got tons of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart as we decorated her property for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for outside party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort necessary to make all those string lights set right was like aerobic exercises.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girl, that was challenging work! After all that partying and decorating I bet I burned one thousand calories. I dare some treadmill jogging fool to push garden carts around for three hours and reckon how they feel.
I do not mean to seem querulous. I will get it all in concert. I just wish individuals would occasionally focus on what I’ve done instead of what I still need to do. I know it isn’t easy being you, but it is not easy being me, either. We all have to work hard to be happy, I think.
