Living With ADD

Work Out Or Tuck It In

Carla and I have been going oh-so-hard to make things better in our worlds. When my 3rd spousal relationship ended, (and let’s just say it “ended,” mmm’kay?) I just knew it had become time to realize a shift. Not just some shift, I am talking a heavy change, sweetheart.

Yet it just seems everybody wants to hold me out. Life is so difficult, ain’t it? When I saw my physician to talk about the tummy tuck price I had been quoted, he only ragged me about finding the proper form of fitness. He knows I’ve 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 continues scolding me about diet and fitness, saying to me that my body will improve over the long-term if I treat it as if I love it.

He’s strong on biking, but I told him bike seats bother me and I just cannot fathom wearing those small cycling jerseys. Is he attempting to humiliate me? At least he got a little more reasonable when he started talking about things I could do in the comfort of my own place.

Exercise bikes might certainly work better for me than bicycling out in the open and weight benches and exercise mats are a bit more my style.

Yet I likewise argue that I obtain plenty of fitness in my day-to-day life. Only last week I found lots of exercise pushing around Carla’s garden cart as we decorated her backyard for her sister’s party. Arranging the garden bench layout for outside party seats after moving the Weber 751001 Charcoal Grill made for some good weight lifting. And then the stretching and movement required to make all those string lights set right was like aerobic exercise.

Does it sound like I am making excuses? I do not care, friend, that was challenging work! After all that partying and decorating I reckon I burned 1000 calories. I dare some treadmill joggin’ sap to push garden carts around for 3 hours and reckon how they feel.

I don’t mean to sound querulous. I will get it all together. I only wish people would occasionally center on what I’ve finished instead of what I still need to complete. I do understand it is not easy being you, but it isn’t simple being me, either. We all got to work hard to be prosperous, I reckon.