Carla and I have been going oh-so-hard to get things better in our lives. When my third marriage ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just recognized it was time to force a change. And not only some change, I am talking a serious change, sweetheart.
But it only looks like everybody wants to keep me out. Life is so difficult, ain’t it? When I visited my physician to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he only lectured me regarding getting the right kind of exercise. He recognizes I have been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and getting all my salon equipment to earn their cost.
But he just keeps scolding me about dieting and fitness, saying to me my body will respond over the long term if I treat it like I care for it it.
He’s big on biking, but I told him cycling seats bother me and I just can’t fathom putting on those tight cycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a little more reasonable when he began speaking about things I could do in the solace of my own place.
Exercise bikes might certainly work better for me than riding out in the open and weight-lifting benches and fitness mats are a little more my style.
But I likewise argue that I get enough exercise in my day-to-day life. Just last calendar week I found tons of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart while we adorned her patio for her sister’s 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 stretching and effort necessary to make all those string lights set right was like aerobic exercise.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girl, that was challenging work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I reckon I burned a thousand calories. I dare some treadmill jogging fool to push garden carts around for 5 hours and reckon how they feel.
I do not mean to seem whiny. I will get it all in concert. I just wish people would sometimes center on what I’ve accomplished instead of what I still need to complete. I know it isn’t easy being you, but it is not easy being me, either. We all have to work strong to be happy, I reckon.