A Girls’s Personal Improvement Kick
January 20, 2010
Carla and I have been going super hard to make things right in each of our lives. After my 3rd spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just knew it was time to realize a shift. Not only any shift, I am talking a serious change, girlfriend.
But it just seems everyone wants to hold me down. Life is so difficult, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to discuss the tummy reduction price I had been quoted, he just lectured me regarding finding the proper kind of fitness. He recognizes I have been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and getting all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.
Yet he only keeps lecturing me about dieting and fitness, telling me my body will respond over the long-term if I treat it like I care for it it.
He’s strong on bicycling, but I enjoined him bicycle seats bother me and I just cannot imagine wearing those small cycling jerseys. Is he attempting to abase me? At least he became a little more reasonable when he started speaking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own house.
A exercise bike might certainly work better for me than bicycling out in the open and weight benches and fitness mats are a bit more my speed.
But I also feel that I get enough exercise in my daily life. Only last calendar week I found tons of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart while we adorned her backyard for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for outside party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and movement required to make all those string lights set right was like aerobics.
Does it sound like I am making excuses? I don’t care, girl, that was hard work! After all that partyin’ and decoratin’ I bet I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ sap to push garden carts around for four hours and see how they feel.
I do not mean to seem querulous. I will get it all together. I simply wish people would sometimes center on what I’ve finished rather than what I still need to do. I do understand it is not easy being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all got to work hard to be happy, I reckon.