The Challenges of Personal Improvement
Charlene and I have been going super hard to get matters proper in our lives. When my 3rd spousal relationship finished, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only recognized it was time to realize a change. And not just some change, I am talking a serious shift, honey.
But it just looks like everyone wants to hold me down. Life is so difficult, ain’t it? When I visited my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just ragged me about getting the right form of fitness. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.
Yet he only keeps scolding me about diet and exercise, saying to me that my body will respond over the long-term if I treat it like I care for it it.
He is strong on biking, but I enjoined him bike seats chafe me and I just can’t imagine wearing those tight cycling jerseys. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more reasonable when he began talking about things I could do in the solace of my own house.
Stationary bikes may certainly function better for me than bicycling out in public and weight bench and exercise mats are a bit more my speed.
Yet I also feel that I get enough fitness in my day-to-day life. Just last calendar week I got lots of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart while we decorated her backyard for her sister’s party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for outdoor party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort required to make all those tiki torch lights set properly was like aerobics.
Does it sound like I am making excuses? I do not care, friend, that was challenging work! After all that partying and decorating I bet I burned a thousand calories. I dare some treadmill jogging sap to press garden carts around for 4 hours and reckon how they feel.
I don’t mean to seem whiny. I will get it all in concert. I just wish people would occasionally focus on what I’ve accomplished rather than what I still must do. I do understand it is not easy being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all have to work hard to be happy, I guess.