Carla and I are working super hard to make things right in each of our worlds. When my 3rd marriage ended, and let us only say it is over, please, I just knew it had become time to make a shift. Not just some change, I’m talkin’ a serious change, sweetheart.

But it only looks like everyone wants to hold me out. Life is so rough, isn’t it? When I visited my doctor to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he just ragged me regarding finding 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 just continues scolding me about diet and exercise, telling me my body would improve over the long-term if I handle it as if I care for it it.

He’s strong on biking, but I told him bike seats bother me and I just can’t imagine wearing those tight bicycling shirts. Is he attempting to abase me? At least he got a little more moderate when he started speaking about stuff I could do in the comfort of my own place.

Exercise bikes might certainly function better for me than bicycling out in public and weight-lifting benches and exercise mats are a little more my style.

But I also argue that I get enough exercise in my daily life. Just last week I got tons of exercise pushing around Charlene’s garden cart while we decorated her yard for her sister’s party. Arranging the outdoor bench layout for open-air party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some strong weight lifting. And then the stretches and movement required to make all those stringed lights positioned right was like aerobic exercise.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girlfriend, that was challenging work! After all that decorating and partying I reckon I burned 1000 calories. I dare some treadmill jogging fool to push garden carts around for three hours and see how they feel.

I don’t mean to sound whiny. I’ll get it all together. I just wish people would sometimes focus on what I have done instead of what I still must do. I know it is not simple being you, but it is not simple being me, either. We all have to work strong to be happy, I reckon.