The Difficulties of Personal Improvement
Carla and I are working real hard to work matters proper in each of our lives. After my third spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just knew it had become time to force a shift. Not just any change, I’m talkin’ a heavy change, honey.
But it only seems everybody wants to hold me down. Life is so rough, ain’t it? When I saw my physician to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just ragged me regarding getting the proper form of fitness. He knows I have been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and making all my salon supplies to earn their cost.
Yet he only keeps scolding me about dieting and fitness, saying to me that my body would respond over the long-term if I treat it as if I care for it it.
He’s strong on bicycling, but I enjoined him bike seats chafe me and I just can’t fathom wearing those tight cycling jerseys. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more reasonable when he started talking about things I could do in the solace of my own home.
Elliptical machines might certainly work better for me than bicycling out in the open and weight-lifting benches and exercise mats are a bit more my style.
Yet I also feel that I get plenty of exercise in my day-to-day life. Only last week I found tons of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart as we adorned her property for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden benches 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 get all those tiki torches set proper was like aerobics.
Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, friend, that was hard work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I reckon I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ fool to press garden carts around for 4 hours and see how they feel.
I do not mean to seem whiney. I’ll get it all together. I simply wish people would sometimes center on what I’ve done rather than what I still must complete. I know it is not simple being you, but it isn’t easy being me, either. We all got to work hard to be happy, I guess.