Timothy Reynold’s Blog

Carla and I are going oh-so-hard to work things proper in our lives. After my 3rd spousal relationship ended, , and let us only say it is over, please, I only knew it was time to make a shift. And not just any shift, I am talking a serious shift, girlfriend.

But it only seems everyone wants to hold me out. Life’s so difficult, isn’t it? When I saw my physician to discuss the tummy tuck price I was quoted, he only lectured me about getting the proper form of exercise. He recognizes I have been doing everything I can, plastering on the scar zone cream and making all my beauty salon equipment to earn their price.

Yet he only continues lecturing me about diet and fitness, telling me that my body will respond over the long-term if I treat it like I care for it it.

He’s big on biking, but I enjoined him a bicycle seat bothers me and I just cannot fathom wearing those small cycling shirts. Is he trying to humiliate me? At least he became a bit more moderate when he began speaking about things I could do in the solace of my own home.

Exercise bikes might certainly work easier for me than riding out in the open and weight benches and mats for exercise are a little more my style.

Yet I likewise feel that I obtain plenty of exercise in my day-to-day life. Only last week I got lots of exercise tugging around Charlene’s garden cart as we decorated her yard for her sister’s birthday party. Arranging the outdoor bench layout for outdoor party seats after moving the Weber Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretches and movement necessary to make all those set proper was like aerobic exercise.

Maybe it sounds like I am making excuses. I do not care, girl, that was challenging work! After all that partying and decorating I bet I burned a thousand calories. I challenge some treadmill joggin’ fool to push garden carts around for four hours and see how they feel.

I do not mean to seem whiney. I’ll get it all together. I simply wish people would sometimes center on what I’ve finished instead of what I still must do. I do understand it isn’t simple being you, but it is not easy being me, either. We all have to work hard to be prosperous, I think.