A Girls’s Personal Improvement Kick
Saturday, December 5th, 2009Carla and I have been working super hard to work things better in our lives. After my 3rd spousal relationship finished, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only knew it had become time to realize a shift. And not just some change, I’m talkin’ a heavy change, sweetheart.
Yet it just looks like everybody wishes to keep me down. Life’s so rough, ain’t it? When I visited my physician to discuss the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just ragged me about getting the right form of fitness. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.
But he just keeps lecturing me about dieting and exercise, telling me my body will improve over the long-term if I treat it like I care for it it.
He is strong on bicycling, but I told him bicycle seats chafe me and I just cannot fathom wearing those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more reasonable when he began speaking about things I could do in the comfort of my own home.
Exercise bikes might surely function easier for me than bicycling out in public and weight-lifting benches and exercise mats are a bit more my speed.
Yet I also feel that I obtain enough exercise in my daily life. Just last calendar week I found lots of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart as we adorned her yard for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for outdoor party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to get all those tiki torches positioned right was like aerobics.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I do not care, girl, that was hard work! After all that partyin’ and decoratin’ 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 whiney. I’ll get it all together. I just wish people would occasionally center on what I have done rather than what I still must do. I know it isn’t simple being you, but it is not easy being me, either. We all got to work hard to be happy, I venture.