It Gets Harder Before It Gets Easier
Sunday, November 29th, 2009Carla and I are going oh-so-hard to make matters better in our worlds. After my third spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only recognized it had become time to realize a shift. And not just some shift, I am talking a serious shift, girlfriend.
But it just looks like everybody wishes to keep me down. Life is so difficult, isn’t it? When I visited my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just ragged me regarding getting the proper kind of fitness. He recognizes I have been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.
But he only keeps scolding me about diet and exercise, telling me my body will respond over the long-term if I handle it like I care for it it.
He is strong on bicycling, but I told him bike seats bother me and I just can’t imagine putting on those small bicycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a little more moderate when he began talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own home.
Stationary bikes may surely function easier for me than bicycling out in public and weight benches and exercise mats are a little more my style.
But I also feel that I get plenty of fitness in my daily life. Just last week I found tons of exercise tugging around Carla’s garden cart while we decorated her property for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden bench layout for open-air party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort necessary to get all those tiki lights set right was like aerobic exercise.
Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, girlfriend, that was challenging work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I reckon I burned one thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ sap to push garden carts around for three hours and reckon how they feel.
I don’t mean to sound whiney. I will get it all in concert. I simply wish people would occasionally focus on what I have finished rather than what I still must do. I know it isn’t easy being you, but it isn’t easy being me, either. We all got to work strong to be prosperous, I reckon.
