Carla and I are working oh-so-hard to get things proper in each of our lives. After my third marriage finished, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only knew it was time to realize a shift. Not only some shift, I’m talkin’ a serious change, honey.

Yet it only looks like everybody wants to keep me down. Life’s so difficult, isn’t it? When I saw my physician to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just ragged me regarding getting the proper form of exercise. He knows I’ve been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their cost.

But he just continues scolding me about diet and exercise, saying to me my body will improve over the long term if I treat it like I love it.

He is strong on biking, but I enjoined him bike seats chafe me and I just can’t fathom wearing those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he became a little more moderate when he started talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own home.

Stationary bikes might surely function better for me than riding out in the open and weight benches and exercise mats are a little more my speed.

Yet I also argue that I obtain plenty of exercise in my daily life. Just last calendar week I got lots of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart while we decorated her property for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden bench layout for outside party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretches and effort necessary to make all those light strings positioned right was like aerobics.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, friend, that was hard work! After all that decoratin’ and partyin’ I reckon I burned one thousand calories. I dare some treadmill jogging fool to press garden carts around for four hours and see how they feel.

I do not mean to sound querulous. I’ll get it all together. I just wish people would sometimes center on what I’ve finished rather than what I still must do. I know it isn’t simple being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all have to work strong to be happy, I guess.