Work Out Or Tuck It In

Charlene and I have been working oh-so-hard to work matters proper in our worlds. After my 3rd spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just knew it had become time to make a change. Not only some change, I’m talkin’ a serious change, girlfriend.

Yet it just looks like everybody wishes to keep me down. Life is so difficult, isn’t it? When I visited my doctor to discuss the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just lectured me regarding finding the right kind of fitness. He knows I have been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.

Yet he just continues scolding me about diet and fitness, saying to me that my body will improve over the long-term if I handle it as if I love it.

He is strong on biking, but I enjoined him bicycle seats bother me and I just can’t fathom putting on those small bicycling shirts. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he got a little more moderate when he started talking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own house.

Stationary bikes may certainly function better for me than riding out in the open and weight benches and exercise mats are a little more my style.

But I also argue that I obtain plenty of exercise in my daily life. Just last week I found lots of exercise tugging around Carla’s garden cart while we adorned her patio for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden bench layout for open-air party seats after moving the charcoal grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to get all those position proper was like aerobic exercises.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girl, that was hard work! After all that decorating and partying I reckon I burned 1000 calories. I dare some treadmill jogging sap to press garden carts around for three hours and reckon how they feel.

I do not mean to sound whiny. I’ll get it all in concert. I just wish people would occasionally focus on what I have finished instead of what I still must complete. I do understand it isn’t simple being you, but it isn’t easy being me, either. We all got to work strong to be happy, I venture.