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Work Out Or Tucking In

Carla and I are going super hard to get matters right in our lives. After my 3rd marriage ended, , and let us only say it is over, please, I just knew it was time to realize a shift. Not just some shift, I am talking a serious shift, girlfriend.

But it just seems everybody wishes to keep me down. Life’s so rough, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he just ragged me about finding the right form of exercise. He knows 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 just continues scolding me about dieting and fitness, saying to me my body would respond over the long term if I handle it like I care for it it.

He’s big on bicycling, but I enjoined him bike seats chafe me and I just cannot fathom wearing those small cycling shirts. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he got a bit more reasonable when he began talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own home.

Stationary bikes may certainly function better for me than riding out in public and weight bench and exercise mats are a bit more my style.

Yet I likewise argue that I obtain plenty of exercise in my day-to-day life. Only last calendar week I found tons of exercise tugging around Carla’s garden cart as we decorated her property for her sister’s birthday party. Rearranging the garden bench layout for outside party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort required to get all those string lights set properly was like aerobic exercise.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I do not care, girlfriend, that was hard work! After all that partying and decorating I reckon I burned one thousand calories. I dare some treadmill joggin’ fool to push garden carts around for 4 hours and reckon how they feel.

I do not mean to sound querulous. I will get it all together. I just wish people would sometimes focus on what I have finished rather than what I still must complete. I do understand it is not simple being you, but it is not easy being me, either. We all got to work strong to be prosperous, I reckon.

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