Charlene and I have been going real hard to make things proper in our lives. After my 3rd spousal relationship finished, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just knew it was time to force a shift. Not just some change, I’m talkin’ a heavy shift, honey.
Yet it just looks like everyone wishes to keep me out. Life is so difficult, ain’t it? When I visited my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he only ragged me regarding finding the right form of exercise. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and making all my salon supplies to earn their price.
Yet he just keeps lecturing me about diet and exercise, telling me that my body will respond over the long-term if I treat it like I love it.
He’s strong on biking, but I told him cycling seats chafe me and I just can’t imagine putting on those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to abase me? At least he got a bit more reasonable when he started talking about stuff I could do in the solace of my own home.
Stationary bikes may certainly work better for me than riding out in the open and weight benches and exercise mats are a little more my speed.
Yet I likewise feel that I get plenty of fitness in my daily life. Just last calendar week I found lots of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart as we adorned her backyard for her sister’s party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for outside party seats after moving the 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and movement required to make all those position proper was like aerobic exercise.
Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, girlfriend, that was hard work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I reckon I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ sap to press garden carts around for 5 hours and see how they feel.
I don’t mean to sound whiney. I will get it all together. I just wish people would occasionally focus on what I’ve accomplished rather than what I still must complete. I do understand it isn’t simple being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all got to work hard to be happy, I venture.