A Girl’s Self-Improvement Kick

Charlene and I have been going real hard to work matters right in each of our lives. After my third marriage ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just recognized it was time to realize a shift. Not just some shift, I am talking a serious change, honey.

But it just looks like everybody wants to hold me down. Life’s so difficult, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just lectured me regarding getting the right form of fitness. He recognizes I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering 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 exercise, saying to me that my body would improve over the long term if I handle it like I love it.

He is strong on biking, but I enjoined him cycling seats chafe me and I just cannot fathom putting on those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he got a bit more reasonable when he started talking about things I could do in the solace of my own home.

Exercise bikes may certainly work better for me than bicycling out in public and weight benches and mats for exercise are a bit more my style.

Yet I likewise argue that I obtain plenty of exercise in my day-to-day life. Only last calendar week I found lots of exercise tugging around Carla’s garden cart while we decorated her yard for her sister’s party. Rearranging the garden bench layout for open-air party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to make all those position proper was like aerobic exercise.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girl, that was hard work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I bet I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ fool to push garden carts around for four hours and see how they feel.

I don’t mean to sound querulous. I will get it all together. I simply wish individuals would sometimes center on what I’ve accomplished instead of 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 prosperous, I think.