It Gets Harder Before It Gets Simpler
Friday, December 4th, 2009Charlene and I have been going oh-so-hard to get things better in our worlds. When my 3rd spousal relationship finished, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only knew it had become time to realize a change. Not only some change, I’m talkin’ a heavy change, sweetheart.
Yet it just seems everybody wishes to hold me out. Life’s so rough, isn’t it? When I saw my doctor to talk about the tummy reduction price I was quoted, he just lectured me about finding the proper form of fitness. 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.
Yet he only keeps lecturing me about dieting and exercise, telling me that my body would respond over the long-term if I treat it like I care for it it.
He’s strong on biking, but I told him cycling seats chafe me and I just cannot fathom putting on those tight cycling jerseys. Is he attempting to abase me? At least he became a bit more moderate when he started speaking about things I could do in the solace of my own home.
Stationary bikes might certainly work better for me than bicycling out in the open and weight-lifting benches and exercise mats are a little more my style.
Yet I also argue that I get plenty of exercise in my day-to-day life. Just last week I found tons of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart while we decorated her patio for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the garden benches layout for outdoor party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to get all those string lights position right was like aerobics.
Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I do not care, friend, that was challenging work! After all that partying and decorating I bet I burned 1000 calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ sap to press garden carts around for five hours and reckon how they feel.
I don’t mean to sound whiny. I’ll get it all in concert. I just wish individuals would occasionally center on what I’ve done instead of what I still need to complete. I know it is not simple being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all have to work hard to be happy, I guess.
