Charlene and I are working real hard to make matters proper in our lives. When my 3rd spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just recognized it had become time to make a shift. And not only any change, I’m talkin’ a serious shift, honey.

But it just looks like everybody wishes to keep me out. Life is so difficult, isn’t it? When I visited my physician to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he only ragged me regarding getting the right kind of exercise. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.

But he just keeps scolding me about dieting and exercise, saying to me my body will improve over the long term if I treat it like I care for it it.

He’s big on bicycling, but I enjoined him bicycle seats chafe me and I just cannot imagine wearing those small cycling shirts. Is he trying to abase me? At least he got a bit more moderate when he started talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own house.

Exercise bikes may surely function better for me than bicycling out in public and weight benches and exercise mat are a little more my speed.

Yet I likewise feel that I obtain enough fitness in my day-to-day life. Just last calendar week I found tons of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart while we adorned her yard for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the outdoor bench layout for outdoor party seats after moving the charcoal grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretches and effort 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 partyin’ and decoratin’ I reckon I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging fool to press garden carts around for four hours and reckon how they feel.

I do not mean to sound whiny. I’ll get it all in concert. I only wish people would occasionally focus on what I’ve accomplished rather than what I still need to do. I do understand it isn’t simple being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all got to work strong to be happy, I suppose.

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