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Charlene and I are going super hard to work things better in our lives. When my third spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only recognized it was time to make a shift. And not only some change, I’m talkin’ a heavy shift, sweetheart.

But it just looks like everybody wishes to hold me out. Life’s so rough, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to discuss the tummy reduction price I was quoted, he just ragged me about getting the proper kind of exercise. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.

Yet he just keeps lecturing me about diet and fitness, saying to me that my body will improve over the long-term if I handle it like I care for it it.

He’s strong on bicycling, but I told him bicycle seats bother me and I just cannot imagine putting on those tight cycling jerseys. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he became a little more reasonable when he began speaking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own house.

Exercise bikes might surely work better for me than bicycling out in the open and weight benches and exercise mat are a little more my style.

But I likewise feel that I obtain enough exercise in my daily life. Just last week I found lots of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart while we decorated her patio for her sister’s party. Arranging the garden bench layout for open-air party seats after moving the 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to make all those position proper was like aerobic exercises.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, girlfriend, that was hard work! After all that partyin’ and decoratin’ I bet I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ sap to press garden carts around for five hours and reckon how they feel.

I don’t mean to seem whiny. I’ll get it all together. I only wish individuals would occasionally focus on what I’ve done rather than what I still must complete. I do understand it is not easy being you, but it isn’t easy being me, either. We all got to work strong to be happy, I venture.