It Gets Harder Before It Comes Easier
Carla and I are working oh-so-hard to make matters proper in each of our lives. After my third marriage ended, , and let us only say it is over, please, I only knew it was time to realize a shift. Not just any change, I’m talkin’ a heavy shift, honey.
Yet it just looks like everyone wants to hold me down. Life’s so difficult, ain’t it? When I visited my doctor to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he only ragged me regarding finding the right kind of fitness. He knows I have been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.
But he just keeps lecturing me about diet and exercise, telling me that my body will improve over the long-term if I handle it as if I love it.
He is strong on bicycling, but I told him a bicycle seat bothers me and I just cannot fathom wearing those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more moderate when he started speaking about things I could do in the solace of my own home.
Stationary bikes might surely function better for me than riding out in the open and weight bench and exercise mats are a little more my style.
Yet I also feel that I get plenty of exercise in my daily life. Only last calendar week I got tons of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart as we adorned her patio for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the outdoor bench layout for outside party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort required to get all those stringed lights set properly was like aerobics.
Does it sound like I am making excuses? I do not care, girl, that was hard work! After all that decorating and partying I reckon I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging sap to push garden carts around for 4 hours and reckon how they feel.
I do not mean to sound whiny. I will get it all together. I only wish people would occasionally focus on what I’ve done 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 got to work hard to be happy, I venture.
