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Charlene and I have been working real hard to get things proper in our worlds. After my third marriage ended, , and let us only say it is over, please, I only recognized it had become time to make a shift. And not only some change, I’m talkin’ a serious change, girlfriend.

But it only looks like everybody wants to keep me out. Life is so difficult, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he only ragged me regarding getting the proper form of fitness. He knows I have been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.

Yet he only continues scolding me about dieting and fitness, telling me that my body would improve over the long-term if I handle it like I care for it it.

He is strong on biking, but I enjoined him cycle seats bother me and I just cannot fathom putting on those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to abase me? At least he got a bit more moderate when he began talking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own house.

Stationary bikes might certainly work better for me than riding out in public and weight benches and fitness mats are a little more my speed.

Yet I likewise argue that I get plenty of exercise in my daily life. Just last week I got lots of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart as we adorned her yard for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the outdoor bench layout for open-air party seating after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and effort required to make all those tiki torches set proper was like aerobics.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, girl, that was challenging work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I bet I burned one thousand calories. I dare some treadmill joggin’ sap to push garden carts around for three hours and see how they feel.

I don’t mean to seem whiny. I’ll get it all in concert. I simply wish people would occasionally focus on what I have finished instead of what I still must do. I do understand it is not easy being you, but it is not easy being me, either. We all have to work hard to be prosperous, I think.

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