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Charlene and I are going oh-so-hard to get things better in each of our worlds. After my 3rd marriage ended, , and let us only say it is over, please, I just knew it was time to force a change. And not only some shift, I’m talkin’ a serious change, sweetheart.

Yet it only looks like everybody wishes to keep me down. Life is so rough, ain’t it? When I visited my physician to discuss the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he only ragged me about finding the right form of exercise. He recognizes I have been doing everything I can, smearing on the scar zone cream and getting all my salon equipment to earn their price.

But he just keeps lecturing me about diet and fitness, saying to me that my body will improve over the long term if I treat it as if I care for it it.

He’s big on biking, but I enjoined him bicycle seats bother me and I just can’t imagine putting on those tight bicycling shirts. Is he trying to abase me? At least he became a little more moderate when he started speaking about things I could do in the comfort of my own place.

Exercise bikes might surely function easier for me than bicycling out in public and weight benches and mats for exercise are a bit more my style.

But I also feel that I obtain enough exercise in my daily life. Just last week I found lots of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart while we decorated her property for her sister’s party. Rearranging the outdoor bench layout for outdoor party seats after moving the 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and effort required to make all those set proper was like aerobic exercises.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I don’t care, girl, that was hard work! After all that decorating and partying I reckon I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill jogging sap to press garden carts around for 3 hours and see how they feel.

I don’t mean to sound querulous. I will get it all together. I only wish individuals would sometimes center on what I’ve done instead of what I still need to do. I know it isn’t easy being you, but it is not easy being me, either. We all got to work hard to be happy, I suppose.