A Gal’s Personal Improvement Kick

Charlene and I have been going real hard to get things right in each of our lives. When my 3rd spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only recognized it was time to realize a shift. Not only any shift, I am talking a serious change, honey.

But it just looks like everyone wants to keep me out. Life’s so difficult, isn’t it? When I saw my physician to talk about the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just ragged me about finding the proper form of fitness. He knows I have been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.

Yet he just continues lecturing me about diet and fitness, saying to me that my body will respond over the long term if I treat it as if I love it.

He’s strong on bicycling, but I enjoined him bike seats chafe me and I just can’t imagine putting on those small cycling jerseys. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he got a bit more reasonable when he began talking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own place.

Exercise bikes may certainly work better for me than bicycling out in the open and weight-lifting benches and exercise mats are a little more my speed.

But I likewise feel that I get plenty of exercise in my daily life. Only last week I found lots of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart while we decorated her backyard for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the garden benches layout for outside party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to get all those string lights set proper was like aerobic exercises.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I do not care, girlfriend, that was hard work! After all that partying and decorating I bet I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging sap to push garden carts around for four hours and reckon how they feel.

I don’t mean to sound whiny. I’ll get it all together. I only wish people would occasionally focus on what I’ve done instead of what I still need to complete. I do understand it isn’t simple being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all got to work strong to be prosperous, I guess.

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