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Post-dance foot report
Got back from MA late last night. I took my "shoes" and socks off and HOLY MOLY got a look at my feet.
MY FEET WERE ENORMOUS.
I had to check to make sure the rest of me wasn't suddenly twice as big as it had been on Thursday.* They really did look strikingly odd. They weren't red, but they were puffy and rounded and wide. The toes looked sort of short because the distinction around the "knuckles" was gone. I have never seen my feet so swollen! (I suppose it's a good thing they were bandaged after surgery, huh?)
They're not a lot smaller today. Unsurprisingly, they've been quite tender as I walk.
So begins my Rest and Healing Phase. Step One, says my body: teach her to baby them properly!
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* Of course I immediately realized why that was silly. My body obviously has a Master Plan about where to put new weight, and this Plan is clearly to put the next 150 pounds I gain directly into my boobs. It will not be satisfied until I am carrying my chest around on a cart. A heavy-duty, steel motorized cart. On that day the bones of my forefoot will still have not one adipose cell of fat pad beneath them. So it was prophesied at the dawn of Time; so it shall be.
MY FEET WERE ENORMOUS.
I had to check to make sure the rest of me wasn't suddenly twice as big as it had been on Thursday.* They really did look strikingly odd. They weren't red, but they were puffy and rounded and wide. The toes looked sort of short because the distinction around the "knuckles" was gone. I have never seen my feet so swollen! (I suppose it's a good thing they were bandaged after surgery, huh?)
They're not a lot smaller today. Unsurprisingly, they've been quite tender as I walk.
So begins my Rest and Healing Phase. Step One, says my body: teach her to baby them properly!
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* Of course I immediately realized why that was silly. My body obviously has a Master Plan about where to put new weight, and this Plan is clearly to put the next 150 pounds I gain directly into my boobs. It will not be satisfied until I am carrying my chest around on a cart. A heavy-duty, steel motorized cart. On that day the bones of my forefoot will still have not one adipose cell of fat pad beneath them. So it was prophesied at the dawn of Time; so it shall be.
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this Plan is clearly to put the next 150 pounds I gain directly into my boobs. It will not be satisfied until I am carrying my chest around on a cart. A heavy-duty, steel motorized cart.
Now there's a visual to get first thing in the morning, reading LJ. ;-)
~~foot-healing and non-boob-enlargement vibes~~
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Thanks for the vibes!
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I think we should be allowed to donate excess boobage to those who want more.
I hope your feet shrink back down and stop hurting soon!
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Let's hear it for donations! :-) Knocks of Love! (er, knockERs.)
Thanks!
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Oh. Wait. (*grin*)
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My body puts all my excess weight on my hips, butt and thighs. Then when I lose it, I lose it from my boobs first! I've always been disproportionately pear-shaped. Although now that I'm this old and everything's sagging, I look much better -- as long as I'm wearing clothes. My butt looks a whole lot trimmer in slacks than it used to, but that's because most of it is in back of my knees. Fortunately, since my boobs were never that big to begin with (I was an A when I was younger, a C when I was at my heaviest, and a B since I lost the excess weight a couple of years ago), they're not nearly as bad. So even being deprived in the boob department has its compensations sooner or later. ;-)
On a serious note, it took me a long time to learn to live within my body's limitations. You'll get the hang of it after awhile. Till then, if you want to do something and you're willing to pay for it later, it's a valid choice to make (as long as no lasting damage will be done and it's just a matter of putting up with the pain and swelling).
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Maybe if I started wearing Ace bandages tight across the chest, my body would get the message and start putting some fat on -- Wait. Maybe if I started wearing Ace bandages on EVERYTHING BUT MY FEET my excess fat would go there!
I'm hoping to do *no* "pay for it later" stuff over the next year, if I can possibly manage it that long. I'm hoping that will give these feet a chance to heal up *right*. O'course, I could be all wet. But it's worth a shot. If I've got maybe forty-odd more years left on this earth, I'm willing to spend one of 'em in a last desperate attempt to heal.