The Difficulties of Personal Improvement
Charlene and I have been working super hard to make matters right in each of our lives. When my third marriage finished, and let us only say it is over, please, I just recognized it was time to realize a change. And not just some shift, I’m talkin’ a serious change, sweetheart.
But it only looks like everybody wishes to hold me down. Life’s so difficult, isn’t it? When I visited my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just ragged me about finding the right kind of exercise. He recognizes I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.
But he only continues scolding me about dieting and fitness, telling me that my body will respond over the long term if I treat it as if I care for it it.
He’s big on biking, but I told him bicycle seats chafe me and I just cannot imagine putting on those tight bicycling shirts. Is he attempting to abase 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.
Stationary bikes might surely work better for me than riding out in public and weight bench and exercise mats are a little more my style.
But I likewise feel that I obtain enough fitness in my daily life. Only last calendar week I got tons of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart while we decorated her yard for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden bench layout for outdoor party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and effort necessary to make all those tiki torch lights set properly was like aerobics.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girlfriend, that was hard work! After all that partying and decorating I reckon I burned 1000 calories. I dare some treadmill joggin’ fool to push garden carts around for 3 hours and see how they feel.
I don’t mean to sound whiny. I’ll get it all together. I just wish people would occasionally focus on what I’ve done rather than what I still must do. I know it isn’t easy being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all got to work strong to be prosperous, I venture.
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