Working Out Or Tuck It In

Charlene and I are working real hard to get things proper in our lives. When my third spousal relationship ended, , and let us only say it is over, please, I just knew it was time to make a shift. And not only any change, I am talking a serious change, girlfriend.

But it only looks like everybody wishes to hold me out. Life is so difficult, isn’t it? When I visited my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just ragged me about getting the proper kind of exercise. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.

Yet he only continues lecturing me about dieting and fitness, telling me that my body would improve over the long term if I treat it like I love it.

He is big on biking, but I told him bicycle seats bother me and I just cannot fathom wearing those small cycling jerseys. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he got a bit more reasonable when he began speaking about stuff I could do in the solace of my own place.

Stationary bikes might certainly work better for me than riding out in public and weight-lifting benches and fitness mats are a little more my speed.

Yet I also argue that I get enough exercise in my daily life. Only last calendar week I found lots of exercise tugging around Carla’s garden cart as we adorned her backyard for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for outside party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and effort required to make all those string lights set right was like aerobic exercises.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I do not care, girl, that was hard work! After all that partying and decorating I bet I burned a thousand calories. I dare 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 in concert. I only wish individuals would sometimes focus on what I have done rather than what I still must do. I know it isn’t easy being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all have to work strong to be happy, I reckon.