Work Out Or Tucking In

Saturday, February 20th, 2010 | local info

Charlene and I are working super hard to make matters proper in our worlds. When my third marriage finished, , and let us only say it is over, please, I only knew it had become time to force a change. And not only any shift, I am talking a heavy change, honey.

Yet it just looks like everyone wishes to hold me out. Life’s so difficult, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he only lectured me about finding the proper kind of exercise. 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 just continues scolding me about diet and exercise, saying to me that my body would improve over the long term if I treat it as if I love it.

He’s big on biking, but I enjoined him bicycle seats chafe me and I just cannot imagine putting on those tight cycling jerseys. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he got a bit more reasonable when he began talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own home.

Exercise bikes might surely function easier for me than bicycling out in public and weight benches and exercise mat are a bit more my speed.

Yet I also feel that I obtain enough fitness in my daily life. Only last week I found lots of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart as we adorned her yard for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden bench layout for open-air party seating after moving the Weber Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement necessary to get all those position right was like aerobics.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I do not care, girl, that was challenging work! After all that partying and decorating I reckon I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ sap to push garden carts around for four hours and reckon how they feel.

I don’t mean to sound whiney. I’ll get it all together. I simply wish people would sometimes center on what I have finished rather than what I still must do. I know it is not simple being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all have to work hard to be prosperous, I suppose.

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