Kosmopolit

Carla and I have been going super hard to make matters right in our lives. After my 3rd marriage ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I only knew it was time to force a shift. Not only any shift, I’m talkin’ a serious change, honey.

Yet it just looks like everyone wishes to hold me out. Life’s so rough, isn’t it? When I saw my physician to discuss the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he only ragged me regarding getting the right kind of fitness. 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 price.

Yet he only continues lecturing me about dieting and exercise, telling me my body would respond over the long-term if I handle it like I care for it it.

He is big on biking, but I enjoined him cycle seats bother me and I just can’t fathom putting on those tight cycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he got a bit more moderate when he began speaking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own home.

Exercise bikes may certainly work better for me than riding out in public and weight benches and mats for exercise are a bit more my speed.

But I likewise feel that I get enough exercise in my day-to-day life. Just last calendar week I found lots of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart while we adorned her patio for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the outdoor bench layout for open-air party seating after moving the charcoal grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort required to get all those set proper was like aerobic exercise.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I do not care, girl, that was hard work! After all that decorating and partying I bet I burned 1000 calories. I dare some treadmill joggin’ sap to press garden carts around for five hours and see how they feel.

I do not mean to seem querulous. I’ll get it all together. I simply wish people would sometimes center on what I’ve accomplished rather than what I still must complete. I do understand it isn’t easy being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all got to work strong to be happy, I venture.

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