It is an interesting budgeting challenge to be paid on the 7th of the month. I must ensure that I have enough squirrelled away to cover the balance of the existing month and then all of the first-of-the-month-expenses for the following month.
Pay day is quite literally very little more than an exercise in math. Add one pay cheque to the bank balance; deduct the bills; and figure out how to cover the shortfall.
I know that a huge part of the reason my energy and enthusiasm levels are not sustainable is due to this monthly pay-day dilemma of 'covering the shortfall'. I need to find a solution. I want the solution to find me. I have to expend an energy that has dwindled to an all time low.
My mind is coming up with creative solutions. Most of them are long term solutions that require long term planning (and spending). I believe that I need to sit down with myself and simply brainstorm. Make phone calls. Talk to people. Make a plan!
I know what I want. I am slowly realizing that this may not happen. I need a back up plan.
I guess this is why I kept one foot in the door when making job transitions in the past. This is what I was afraid of.
My aim was to put both feet forward and steer myself directly into my future. If I would have known how uncertain this future was going to be, I may have done it differently. Then again? Probably not.
There is something to be learned by every road we take. I'm still learning ...
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
The Irony of It All
Our Senior Cat has been on a canned cat food diet for the past month or so, upon the recommendation of his vet.
I constantly chide him about his messy eating habits. His food dish is in close proximity to the fridge (thus, in the kitchen) and he is the messiest little eater that I know. I keep telling him that dogs would lick the platter clean and not leave such a mess behind.
Not our persnickety cat though. He leaves a little trail of moist cat food crumbs all around his dish. He is 'done' when there are still morsels of cat food stuck to the side of his bowl. So I find myself constantly scrubbing his dish. It is a gross little job.
This morning, I had to smile at the irony as I scooped up the mess he left behind him and put it back into his bowl. I found one of my hairs in his dish. The sad thing? I picked it out for him because I thought "That's gross!"
Little things that make me go hmmmmm....
I constantly chide him about his messy eating habits. His food dish is in close proximity to the fridge (thus, in the kitchen) and he is the messiest little eater that I know. I keep telling him that dogs would lick the platter clean and not leave such a mess behind.
Not our persnickety cat though. He leaves a little trail of moist cat food crumbs all around his dish. He is 'done' when there are still morsels of cat food stuck to the side of his bowl. So I find myself constantly scrubbing his dish. It is a gross little job.
This morning, I had to smile at the irony as I scooped up the mess he left behind him and put it back into his bowl. I found one of my hairs in his dish. The sad thing? I picked it out for him because I thought "That's gross!"
Little things that make me go hmmmmm....
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Walking it Off
I came home from work yesterday with little to nothing left in me.
It wasn't a bad day. It was a my-head-is-too-tired-to-think-anymore kind of day. It was a day that my body was still worn out from the rigors I put it through on the weekend. I came home ... empty.
I was grateful for the frozen meat sauce that I had on hand, thus I was able to put together supper with no fuss nor muss. And it was a little bit good for us (spaghetti, meat sauce, Caesar salad and garlic toast didn't sound bad for a girl who barely had the energy to make toast).
This is where yesterday's story would end, if I hadn't signed up to go to a Zumba class last night. I'm quite certain that one phone call would have gotten me out of that commitment but I knew that I would feel better if I went. So I did.
The point to ponder was the 45 minutes that I had to spare after I finished supper and before the class. That was enough time to walk to the class. But my excuse was that I would be too exhausted to walk home afterwards.
So I hedged. I hummed and hawed. I saw and heard the couch calling out to me and trying to entice me into the land of slumber that my body and mind wanted so badly. I wasted five minutes fighting my inner demons. Sleep and oblivion verses exercise and doing something that was good for myself.
Walking won.
I took my weary body and walked it right out the door. I didn't have much oomph left in me for the Zumba class. My knees went half as high as the rest of the class and my 'bounce' consisted of a weight change between my feet, but I thought 'this is still better than sleeping the night away'.
So I endured the hour. It was a long hour. My brain and body were now officially spent. And I still had to walk home.
Walking is one of the best things that I can do for myself. Thoughts drift in and out of my mind. I let the negative stuff go and the positive floats to the surface. Breathing deeply, moving and enjoying the fresh air pushed me through my exhaustion.
I got home and hopped in the shower. I sat erect on the couch while my hair dried. There were two minutes left on the show I was watching before I could officially say goodnight to My Youngest and call it a day. I let my head rest on a pillow for just a minute ...
I woke up to realize that I missed the end of my show. The cliff hanger (which house did they choose on House Hunters International??). Two minutes and I couldn't do it.
I'm glad that I didn't succumb to the temptation of sleeping it off last night. Walking it off was a much better way to go.
It wasn't a bad day. It was a my-head-is-too-tired-to-think-anymore kind of day. It was a day that my body was still worn out from the rigors I put it through on the weekend. I came home ... empty.
I was grateful for the frozen meat sauce that I had on hand, thus I was able to put together supper with no fuss nor muss. And it was a little bit good for us (spaghetti, meat sauce, Caesar salad and garlic toast didn't sound bad for a girl who barely had the energy to make toast).
This is where yesterday's story would end, if I hadn't signed up to go to a Zumba class last night. I'm quite certain that one phone call would have gotten me out of that commitment but I knew that I would feel better if I went. So I did.
The point to ponder was the 45 minutes that I had to spare after I finished supper and before the class. That was enough time to walk to the class. But my excuse was that I would be too exhausted to walk home afterwards.
So I hedged. I hummed and hawed. I saw and heard the couch calling out to me and trying to entice me into the land of slumber that my body and mind wanted so badly. I wasted five minutes fighting my inner demons. Sleep and oblivion verses exercise and doing something that was good for myself.
Walking won.
I took my weary body and walked it right out the door. I didn't have much oomph left in me for the Zumba class. My knees went half as high as the rest of the class and my 'bounce' consisted of a weight change between my feet, but I thought 'this is still better than sleeping the night away'.
So I endured the hour. It was a long hour. My brain and body were now officially spent. And I still had to walk home.
Walking is one of the best things that I can do for myself. Thoughts drift in and out of my mind. I let the negative stuff go and the positive floats to the surface. Breathing deeply, moving and enjoying the fresh air pushed me through my exhaustion.
I got home and hopped in the shower. I sat erect on the couch while my hair dried. There were two minutes left on the show I was watching before I could officially say goodnight to My Youngest and call it a day. I let my head rest on a pillow for just a minute ...
I woke up to realize that I missed the end of my show. The cliff hanger (which house did they choose on House Hunters International??). Two minutes and I couldn't do it.
I'm glad that I didn't succumb to the temptation of sleeping it off last night. Walking it off was a much better way to go.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Life Renovations I
I wrote yesterday's post about renovating my life, hit publish and immediately started to find little ways to gut this life of mine and get back down to the basics.
The first thing that I decided was to walk to my 11:00 a.m. Zumba class. I wasn't sure how long it would take to get there but I knew that I had no time to lose. I got out the door by 10:20 and arrived with only moments to spare.
I love the thoughts that waft through my head when I walk. I was immediately transported back in time. Back to when I delivered papers before the city woke up. I was outside, getting exercise, enjoying the only quiet and solitude that I would know in those days and thoughts had a chance to free fall through my mind.
I need to walk with a purpose in mind. I have a very hard time ambling through the city streets. I like a destination or company. Or both. So when I got home I contacted a potential walking buddy in the neighborhood to see if she may be interested in meeting up and visiting as we walk to destinations unknown.
Forty minutes of walking; followed by one hour of Zumba; wrapped up with another forty minute (probably 45 minutes because I took a detour) walk home and all I could think of was what I wanted to have for lunch. I took enough money with me to enable a lunch break at the Tim Hortons that I walked past. I could have picked up a Slurpee. I could have stopped at any number of spots along the way to fulfill any craving that I may have had. And all I wanted was the chicken and vegetables that I knew that I had at home. Amazing!
The second part of my Life Renovation came to me as I was planning my walk to Zumba. I would start 'cleaning house'. Not necessarily in a Spring Cleaning type of fashion ... but more of an Out With the Old theme. It is time to clear the clutter from our closets, drawers and my mind. This would be Part 2 of my renovation plan ...
Except ... I was afraid that I may lose my momentum once I sat down and had my lunch. So before I finished cooking lunch, I sprayed the oven with oven cleaner so that I could not stop once lunch was over. And it worked!
The oven and stove are sparkling clean for the first time in about a year. I do believe that I may put up a sign which reads "For Your Viewing Pleasure Only - Please Cook Elsewhere!" And that is the very first thing that I did when my Second Son called to let me know that he and My Youngest were on their way home from the farm (they had been out mowing the lawn together and were coming home hungry). I fired up the barbeque and the sparking clean stove kept winking at me as I assembled the second healthy meal of the day. Outside.
After supper, I couldn't resist the kitchen appliances as they called out to me. Sure the oven was clean ... but what about underneath and around it?? I must pull it out and clean that as well. And I couldn't ignore the fridge once the stove was out. So the kitchen is clean in all of the places where no one looks. But I can feel it!
I feel the nooks and crannies of the kitchen are finally getting the attention they deserve. As I tended to that which is not seen around the house, I can feel a similar cleansing of my mind unfolding. As I worked and moved, the thoughts that had been hiding and taunting me came out into the open and I exorcised them as I worked. Small epiphanies and relatable situations of the past came to light.
Before I renovate my life, I have some housecleaning to do. First ... I must get rid of the dirt that is weighing me down. Next ... I must rid myself of the excesses and get back down to the basics. After the groundwork is laid ... I will see exactly what needs to be added.
I just have to keep the momentum going ...
The first thing that I decided was to walk to my 11:00 a.m. Zumba class. I wasn't sure how long it would take to get there but I knew that I had no time to lose. I got out the door by 10:20 and arrived with only moments to spare.
I love the thoughts that waft through my head when I walk. I was immediately transported back in time. Back to when I delivered papers before the city woke up. I was outside, getting exercise, enjoying the only quiet and solitude that I would know in those days and thoughts had a chance to free fall through my mind.
I need to walk with a purpose in mind. I have a very hard time ambling through the city streets. I like a destination or company. Or both. So when I got home I contacted a potential walking buddy in the neighborhood to see if she may be interested in meeting up and visiting as we walk to destinations unknown.
Forty minutes of walking; followed by one hour of Zumba; wrapped up with another forty minute (probably 45 minutes because I took a detour) walk home and all I could think of was what I wanted to have for lunch. I took enough money with me to enable a lunch break at the Tim Hortons that I walked past. I could have picked up a Slurpee. I could have stopped at any number of spots along the way to fulfill any craving that I may have had. And all I wanted was the chicken and vegetables that I knew that I had at home. Amazing!
The second part of my Life Renovation came to me as I was planning my walk to Zumba. I would start 'cleaning house'. Not necessarily in a Spring Cleaning type of fashion ... but more of an Out With the Old theme. It is time to clear the clutter from our closets, drawers and my mind. This would be Part 2 of my renovation plan ...
Except ... I was afraid that I may lose my momentum once I sat down and had my lunch. So before I finished cooking lunch, I sprayed the oven with oven cleaner so that I could not stop once lunch was over. And it worked!
The oven and stove are sparkling clean for the first time in about a year. I do believe that I may put up a sign which reads "For Your Viewing Pleasure Only - Please Cook Elsewhere!" And that is the very first thing that I did when my Second Son called to let me know that he and My Youngest were on their way home from the farm (they had been out mowing the lawn together and were coming home hungry). I fired up the barbeque and the sparking clean stove kept winking at me as I assembled the second healthy meal of the day. Outside.
After supper, I couldn't resist the kitchen appliances as they called out to me. Sure the oven was clean ... but what about underneath and around it?? I must pull it out and clean that as well. And I couldn't ignore the fridge once the stove was out. So the kitchen is clean in all of the places where no one looks. But I can feel it!
I feel the nooks and crannies of the kitchen are finally getting the attention they deserve. As I tended to that which is not seen around the house, I can feel a similar cleansing of my mind unfolding. As I worked and moved, the thoughts that had been hiding and taunting me came out into the open and I exorcised them as I worked. Small epiphanies and relatable situations of the past came to light.
Before I renovate my life, I have some housecleaning to do. First ... I must get rid of the dirt that is weighing me down. Next ... I must rid myself of the excesses and get back down to the basics. After the groundwork is laid ... I will see exactly what needs to be added.
I just have to keep the momentum going ...
The best time for planning a book is while you're doing the dishes.
~Agatha Christie
Saturday, May 26, 2012
I Think I Need to Break Up With Myself
My relationship status has been a rather on again, off again part of my life.
I was married a year; divorced a year; married (the same man) for two more years; separated another two years; reconciled for three years. The end.
Two years after the last break up I met another man. We were together for four years; remained friends for about three years after that; a slight reconciliation; only to go our separate ways for about three more years; and get back together for seven years. The end.
That seven (plus ten) year relationship ended five years ago.
I allowed myself to live, feel and let go of the devastation for a while. Then I began a rebuilding process within myself that brought me to the best place that I have ever known in my life. I was at peace with myself and where I was going. And I honestly felt that I was going some place ...
The past year has been taxing. I feel used up and lost. I am at odds with myself, my world and where I am headed. I would love nothing more than to pick up and start from scratch in a brand new life somewhere. But I must finish raising my (almost) 14 year old son first. So I sit and wonder ... where do I go from here??
I need to reinvent myself. Keep what has worked for me in the past and discard the rest. Like an old relationship.
Yesterday I became mesmerized by all of the home makeover shows on TV. The idea of gutting something and turning it into something modern and wonderful took root in my mind and made me wonder what those miracle workers could do around our home on my budget ...
Oh yes, my budget. The end.
But the idea of gutting something; keeping what is good and solid; then rebuilding around what is left is a very good place to start.
I think I need to walk away from what isn't working for me. I need to let go of what is holding me back. I need to get back to basics and rebuild something new and wonderful around that.
I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with the person that I am right now. It's time to break it off with that side of myself and let her go. I've been in a dysfunctional relationship with myself for the past year and I've had enough. I'm breaking it off and setting it free.
I don't know exactly what that means right now but sometimes my fingers know things that my head hasn't figured out yet. When I come back and read this post in a year I will realize what my subconscious mind was telling me as I set my fingers free and let them write what they wanted to write.
I'm going to renovate myself and keep within my budget. Self improvement comes at a cost but it isn't something that money can buy. So I have no excuse! The beginning ...
I was married a year; divorced a year; married (the same man) for two more years; separated another two years; reconciled for three years. The end.
Two years after the last break up I met another man. We were together for four years; remained friends for about three years after that; a slight reconciliation; only to go our separate ways for about three more years; and get back together for seven years. The end.
That seven (plus ten) year relationship ended five years ago.
I allowed myself to live, feel and let go of the devastation for a while. Then I began a rebuilding process within myself that brought me to the best place that I have ever known in my life. I was at peace with myself and where I was going. And I honestly felt that I was going some place ...
The past year has been taxing. I feel used up and lost. I am at odds with myself, my world and where I am headed. I would love nothing more than to pick up and start from scratch in a brand new life somewhere. But I must finish raising my (almost) 14 year old son first. So I sit and wonder ... where do I go from here??
I need to reinvent myself. Keep what has worked for me in the past and discard the rest. Like an old relationship.
Yesterday I became mesmerized by all of the home makeover shows on TV. The idea of gutting something and turning it into something modern and wonderful took root in my mind and made me wonder what those miracle workers could do around our home on my budget ...
Oh yes, my budget. The end.
But the idea of gutting something; keeping what is good and solid; then rebuilding around what is left is a very good place to start.
I think I need to walk away from what isn't working for me. I need to let go of what is holding me back. I need to get back to basics and rebuild something new and wonderful around that.
I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with the person that I am right now. It's time to break it off with that side of myself and let her go. I've been in a dysfunctional relationship with myself for the past year and I've had enough. I'm breaking it off and setting it free.
I don't know exactly what that means right now but sometimes my fingers know things that my head hasn't figured out yet. When I come back and read this post in a year I will realize what my subconscious mind was telling me as I set my fingers free and let them write what they wanted to write.
I'm going to renovate myself and keep within my budget. Self improvement comes at a cost but it isn't something that money can buy. So I have no excuse! The beginning ...
Friday, May 25, 2012
Preserving His Future
As I tossed around the idea of participating in a ballroom dance competition in Montreal a few years ago, my 24 year old son was whole heartedly supportive of the idea. His exact words? “Go! When you start repeating your stories when you are older, I want them to be interesting ones.”
I threw caution to the wind and lived my dream of taking part in that dance competition. I savored every moment of the preparation, the hype, the reality and the safe landing back into my day-to-day world after the event.
That experience launched a whole new way of thinking for me. Instead of sitting back and thinking of the way that I wish things were … I have taken a much more proactive approach to life.
I hadn’t even left for the dance competition when I started dreaming of my next adventure. The state of anticipation is a wonderful place to be. So I started taking steps to fulfill another dream.
One of my elusive goals was to visit a childhood friend who lives in Anchorage, Alaska. I tossed out the idea to her and her response was enough to encourage me.
Another unfulfilled goal was to go on a cruise with a friend. We made a pact to go on a cruise together when we were 40. We missed the mark by a decade but as I started feeding my dream to go to Anchorage, I asked my friend if she would like to join me on an Alaskan Cruise. I was on a roll and hooked on the idea of reaching for my dreams.
Unfortunately my friend couldn’t go but I went ahead and booked the cruise anyway. Nothing was going to stop me once I made up my mind. I felt fearless and ready for adventure. I was going to Anchorage!
It is amazing what happens when you go out to meet life half way. Within a few days another life-long friend made the decision to join me. And we went. My Alaskan friend was surprised that I followed through on my plan. I wonder how many people dream of making the trip to see her but just don’t follow through…
In the quiet of my days, I still hear my son chiding me to live an interesting life so that my age-old stories will not bore him in the years to come. In doing so, I have also provided myself with an arsenal of memories of a life well spent.
I have become addicted to challenging my status quo and catering to my whims. Life has become very interesting since I started honing the art of following through.
It doesn’t have to be a big goal … but set your sights on something. Life will pass you by if you aren’t careful. I spent the first 45 years of my life sitting back and waiting for life to meet me half way. Sometimes it did. Sometimes it didn’t. I like it better when I take the lead in my own life. It gives me the illusion that I have some control over my destiny.
If you truly want to do something, don’t let anything hold you back. Keep moving in the direction that you want to go and you could be amazed at the doors that open for you as you make your way towards living a life worth remembering.
I threw caution to the wind and lived my dream of taking part in that dance competition. I savored every moment of the preparation, the hype, the reality and the safe landing back into my day-to-day world after the event.
That experience launched a whole new way of thinking for me. Instead of sitting back and thinking of the way that I wish things were … I have taken a much more proactive approach to life.
I hadn’t even left for the dance competition when I started dreaming of my next adventure. The state of anticipation is a wonderful place to be. So I started taking steps to fulfill another dream.
One of my elusive goals was to visit a childhood friend who lives in Anchorage, Alaska. I tossed out the idea to her and her response was enough to encourage me.
Another unfulfilled goal was to go on a cruise with a friend. We made a pact to go on a cruise together when we were 40. We missed the mark by a decade but as I started feeding my dream to go to Anchorage, I asked my friend if she would like to join me on an Alaskan Cruise. I was on a roll and hooked on the idea of reaching for my dreams.
Unfortunately my friend couldn’t go but I went ahead and booked the cruise anyway. Nothing was going to stop me once I made up my mind. I felt fearless and ready for adventure. I was going to Anchorage!
It is amazing what happens when you go out to meet life half way. Within a few days another life-long friend made the decision to join me. And we went. My Alaskan friend was surprised that I followed through on my plan. I wonder how many people dream of making the trip to see her but just don’t follow through…
In the quiet of my days, I still hear my son chiding me to live an interesting life so that my age-old stories will not bore him in the years to come. In doing so, I have also provided myself with an arsenal of memories of a life well spent.
I have become addicted to challenging my status quo and catering to my whims. Life has become very interesting since I started honing the art of following through.
It doesn’t have to be a big goal … but set your sights on something. Life will pass you by if you aren’t careful. I spent the first 45 years of my life sitting back and waiting for life to meet me half way. Sometimes it did. Sometimes it didn’t. I like it better when I take the lead in my own life. It gives me the illusion that I have some control over my destiny.
If you truly want to do something, don’t let anything hold you back. Keep moving in the direction that you want to go and you could be amazed at the doors that open for you as you make your way towards living a life worth remembering.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Ouch
I finally did it. I took my New Feet (orthotics) out for a real test. I went to a Zumba class last night.
First of all, I have not been to a Zumba class or exercised in any way, shape or form for over a year. I have added a new size to my body which my wardrobe budget cannot afford. Most of the excess poundage is situated between my waistline and my ankles. I find myself bending over like a pregnant woman due to the extra girth around my mid-drift. To say that I am not in the best form right now is a bit of an understatement.
So I packed my body into the clothes and shoes that I have on hand. I didn't feel pretty, but thanks to the stretchy material and elastic waistband at least I was comfortable.
I walked into the class with my expectations high. The formula that worked magic for me in the past would not disappoint. Music + people + movement = Joy.
Well? The formula wasn't quite the same this time around. The music didn't feel the same and work its magic. There wasn't a lot of interaction with the people around me. I talked with one person before the class started but when we found out that we work for the same employer the talk was more 'work' and less 'Zumba'. Work does not belong in a Zumba class.
Then there was the movement. A lot of the moves were new and alien to me. I wouldn't have realized that I remembered a thing until some more familiar steps were added. My muscles have a memory that my brain lacks. So there was a lot of brain work involved in keeping up.
Then there is the part where my body isn't quite as limber as it used to be. This wasn't terribly obvious until the stretching section at the end of the class. I don't bend and stretch the way I used to!
I worked up a sweat. I moved. I grooved (just a little bit). I went through the paces. My head wasn't in the happy place it always used to go when I went to a Zumba class. But it has been a year. I was over thinking and working hard just to keep up. Relaxation and fun just didn't enter the equation. Yet.
Then I came home and took off my shoes. Ouch! My New Feet hurt in new and improved ways. Instead of the gradual process of acquiring a corn on my middle toe (which used to take quite a while), I felt the instant discomfort of something (could it be a blister?) on the opposite side of the same toe. My left foot hurt. It never hurts. My toenails hurt. The ball of my right foot hurt. It hurt to wear socks!
I woke up this morning without any aches and pains in my body. But my toenails still hurt. Darn it all anyway!! These New Feet (orthotics) were supposed to be the answer to getting myself back into running shoes and moving again. Maybe it's the shoes ...
So I will take my meager 'budget' and stretch it further than I should. I will go and search for shoes that I can exercise in. The alternative is to exercise at home in my bare feet. But the orthotics will not work their magic if I am not wearing them. So I will see what a different pair of shoes can make.
My body will still be squeezed into clothes that are a size too small. But my feet? They must be happy. I want to come home with muscles that ache and feet that could go on for miles. I want to get moving again!!
First of all, I have not been to a Zumba class or exercised in any way, shape or form for over a year. I have added a new size to my body which my wardrobe budget cannot afford. Most of the excess poundage is situated between my waistline and my ankles. I find myself bending over like a pregnant woman due to the extra girth around my mid-drift. To say that I am not in the best form right now is a bit of an understatement.
So I packed my body into the clothes and shoes that I have on hand. I didn't feel pretty, but thanks to the stretchy material and elastic waistband at least I was comfortable.
I walked into the class with my expectations high. The formula that worked magic for me in the past would not disappoint. Music + people + movement = Joy.
Well? The formula wasn't quite the same this time around. The music didn't feel the same and work its magic. There wasn't a lot of interaction with the people around me. I talked with one person before the class started but when we found out that we work for the same employer the talk was more 'work' and less 'Zumba'. Work does not belong in a Zumba class.
Then there was the movement. A lot of the moves were new and alien to me. I wouldn't have realized that I remembered a thing until some more familiar steps were added. My muscles have a memory that my brain lacks. So there was a lot of brain work involved in keeping up.
Then there is the part where my body isn't quite as limber as it used to be. This wasn't terribly obvious until the stretching section at the end of the class. I don't bend and stretch the way I used to!
I worked up a sweat. I moved. I grooved (just a little bit). I went through the paces. My head wasn't in the happy place it always used to go when I went to a Zumba class. But it has been a year. I was over thinking and working hard just to keep up. Relaxation and fun just didn't enter the equation. Yet.
Then I came home and took off my shoes. Ouch! My New Feet hurt in new and improved ways. Instead of the gradual process of acquiring a corn on my middle toe (which used to take quite a while), I felt the instant discomfort of something (could it be a blister?) on the opposite side of the same toe. My left foot hurt. It never hurts. My toenails hurt. The ball of my right foot hurt. It hurt to wear socks!
I woke up this morning without any aches and pains in my body. But my toenails still hurt. Darn it all anyway!! These New Feet (orthotics) were supposed to be the answer to getting myself back into running shoes and moving again. Maybe it's the shoes ...
So I will take my meager 'budget' and stretch it further than I should. I will go and search for shoes that I can exercise in. The alternative is to exercise at home in my bare feet. But the orthotics will not work their magic if I am not wearing them. So I will see what a different pair of shoes can make.
My body will still be squeezed into clothes that are a size too small. But my feet? They must be happy. I want to come home with muscles that ache and feet that could go on for miles. I want to get moving again!!
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