My ankle is a mess. I need to pitch the Dansko clogs, they are killing me. Every fall recently has been in those shoes. They feel good but they are too high and the heel to narrow. I know this and yet I put them on again today. I was tying to be good person and head off to class early to get some work done. My semester while ok, has not been great. February sadness morphed into a painful and preoccupied March that has stretched into April with my knee. /blogress
I think the clogs are okay when my ankle is strong but it is so far from that right now. Yikes. The pain is making me twitchy. Thank goodness I was just outside the apartment. A couple people stopped. That's always encouraging, they don't stop when you're fat. I'd still rather be in pain than be 345 but I must get this under control. Beating myself up is something of my past.