It Gets Harder Before It Gets Easier
Charlene and I have been going real hard to get things better in each of our lives. After my 3rd spousal relationship finished, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only recognized it had become time to realize a change. Not just some shift, I am talking a heavy change, honey.
But it only seems everyone wants to hold me out. Life’s so difficult, isn’t it? When I visited my physician to discuss the tummy reduction price I had been quoted, he only lectured me about finding the proper kind of exercise. 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 cost.
But he just keeps scolding me about diet and fitness, saying to me that my body will respond over the long-term if I treat it like I love it.
He’s big on bicycling, but I enjoined him cycling seats chafe me and I just cannot imagine wearing those small cycling jerseys. Is he trying to abase me? At least he became a little more reasonable when he began talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own home.
Exercise bikes might certainly work easier for me than riding out in public and weight benches and exercise mat are a little more my speed.
Yet I likewise argue that I obtain enough fitness in my day-to-day life. Only last week I found lots of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart while we adorned her backyard for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the garden bench layout for outside party seating after moving the Weber Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and movement necessary to make all those set proper was like aerobic exercises.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, friend, that was hard work! After all that decorating and partying I bet I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging fool to press garden carts around for 5 hours and reckon how they feel.
I don’t mean to sound whiney. I will get it all in concert. I only wish people would occasionally center on what I have accomplished instead of what I still must do. I know it isn’t easy being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all have to work strong to be happy, I think.