You guys. This week. I just cannot get in the groove. I’ve been so unproductive. You’d think that between getting away for a week and the nicer spring weather would perk me up, but no. I’m so blah. Although I did get pretty excited when I saw the baby cows on the farm behind us.
So my foot . . . I hesitate to even say it . . . but it’s been doing better. I still get some weird twinges from time to time, but nothing that lasts too long, so I think it’s all part of the healing process. I’ve even been experimenting with wearing low heels around the house. Both my physical therapist and my personal trainer have told me that I should be able to start easing back into them.
And I’m up to walking a mile. I’m trying to add on a few more minutes every day (not in heels, of course.) It feels good to get outside and move, but I actually had sore calves after I did my first full mile outside earlier this week. (Till that point, all my walking had been on the treadmill.)
How pathetic is that!??? To be sore from walking a mile. Good grief. But everything has a season, does it not?
The main reason I have started practicing wearing heels is because I have a cocktail party to attend next week, and I cannot picture flats with a cocktail dress. I mean, I will wear them if I have to, but I REALLY don’t want to. So I am practicing in my heels and hoping I can build enough strength to wear them for a few hours to this event next week.
I’m debating what dress to wear. The second I got the invitation, I went to my closet to refresh my memory. It’s been so long since I’ve had anything this dressy to attend, I couldn’t even remember what I have. read more >>