Charlene and I have been going oh-so-hard to make things better in our worlds. When my 3rd marriage finished, , and let us only say it is over, please, I just recognized it had become time to make a change. Not only any change, I am talking a heavy shift, sweetheart.

Yet it just seems everybody wants to hold me out. Life is so difficult, ain’t it? When I saw my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he only lectured me about getting the proper form of fitness. He knows I have 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 keeps scolding me about dieting and exercise, saying to me my body will respond over the long term if I treat it like I love it.

He is strong on biking, but I told him cycling seats chafe me and I just can’t fathom putting on those small bicycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a little more moderate when he began talking about stuff I could do in the solace of my own place.

Elliptical trainers might certainly work better for me than bicycling out in the open and weight benches and fitness mats are a little more my style.

But I also feel that I get plenty of fitness in my day-to-day life. Just last week I got tons of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart while we decorated her yard for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the outdoor bench layout for outdoor party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to make all those string lights set proper was like aerobics.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girl, that was hard work! After all that partyin’ and decoratin’ I bet I burned a thousand calories. I dare some treadmill jogging fool to push garden carts around for four hours and reckon how they feel.

I do not mean to seem whiny. I will get it all together. I just wish people would sometimes focus on what I’ve done rather than what I still need to do. I know it isn’t simple being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all got to work hard to be prosperous, I suppose.