A Girls’s Personal Improvement Kick
Carla and I are working real hard to get things right in each of our worlds. When my third marriage finished, (and let's just say it "ended," mmm'kay?) I only recognized it was time to realize a shift. Not only some change, I am talking a serious change, honey.
But it just seems everyone wishes to hold me out. Life's so rough, isn't it? When I visited my doctor to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just ragged me about getting the right kind of fitness. He recognizes I have been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.
Yet he only keeps scolding me about diet and fitness, telling me my body will respond over the long-term if I handle it as if I love it.
He's big on biking, but I told him bike seats chafe me and I just cannot fathom putting on those tight cycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more moderate when he began talking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own place.
A exercise bike may certainly work better for me than riding out in the open and weight benches and fitness mats are a bit more my speed.
Yet I also feel that I get enough fitness in my daily life. Only last calendar week I got tons of exercise tugging around Carla's garden cart while we adorned her patio for her sister's party. Rearranging the garden benches layout for open-air party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement necessary to get all those string lights position proper was like aerobic exercise.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I do not care, girlfriend, that was challenging work! After all that decoratin' and partyin' I bet I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging fool to push garden carts around for 5 hours and reckon how they feel.
I do not mean to seem querulous. I'll get it all in concert. I simply wish individuals would sometimes focus on what I've done rather than what I still need to complete. I do understand it isn't easy being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all have to work hard to be happy, I think.