Carla and I are working real hard to get things right in each of our lives. When my 3rd spousal relationship ended, , and let us only say it is over, please, I only knew it was time to make a shift. Not just some change, I’m talkin’ a serious shift, girlfriend.
But it just looks like everybody wishes to hold me down. Life is so difficult, isn’t it? When I saw my physician to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just ragged me about finding the right form of exercise. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, smearing on the acne scar cream and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.
Yet he just continues lecturing me about dieting and exercise, saying to me my body would improve over the long-term if I treat it as if I love it.
He’s big on biking, but I told him bike seats chafe me and I just cannot fathom wearing those small bicycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he got a little more reasonable when he began talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own place.
Exercise bikes might certainly work better for me than bicycling out in public and weight-lifting benches and exercise mats are a little more my style.
But I likewise argue that I get plenty of exercise in my day-to-day life. Only last calendar week I found tons of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart as we decorated her property for her sister’s party. Arranging the garden bench layout for open-air party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and movement required to get all those tiki torches set proper was like aerobic exercises.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girlfriend, that was challenging work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I reckon I burned one thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging sap to push garden carts around for three hours and see how they feel.
I don’t mean to sound whiney. I will get it all in concert. I only wish people would occasionally center on what I have finished instead of what I still need to do. I do understand it is not simple being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all have to work hard to be happy, I reckon.