Carla and I have been going real hard to make matters proper in each of our worlds. When my 3rd marriage ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only recognized it had become time to realize a change. Not only any change, I am talking a serious shift, sweetheart.

But it just seems everybody wishes to keep me down. Life is so rough, isn’t it? When I saw my physician to talk about the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just lectured me regarding finding the proper form of fitness. He recognizes I’ve been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.

But he just continues lecturing me about dieting and fitness, saying to me that my body would improve over the long-term if I treat it as if I care for it it.

He’s big on bicycling, but I enjoined him a bicycle seat bothers me and I just cannot fathom putting on those tight cycling shirts. Is he trying to abase me? At least he became a little more reasonable when he started speaking about stuff I could do in the solace of my own home.

Exercise bikes might surely function easier for me than bicycling out in the open and weight benches and exercise mat are a bit more my style.

Yet I also argue that I obtain plenty of exercise in my day-to-day life. Just last week I got lots of exercise tugging around Carla’s garden cart as we adorned her backyard for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the garden bench layout for outside party seating after moving the charcoal grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort required to get all those position right was like aerobic exercises.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girl, that was hard work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I reckon I burned one thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ fool to press garden carts around for four hours and reckon how they feel.

I do not mean to seem whiny. I will get it all in concert. I only wish individuals would occasionally focus on what I have finished rather than what I still must do. I do understand it isn’t simple being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all got to work hard to be prosperous, I guess.