Steps I'm Taking in My New Shoes

 

I haven’t written in a while, I know, but I just got inspired in the shower. Of course, Tommy was cheerleading me through the shower. But that’s beside the point.

What inspired me to write is my new shoes. I’m really proud of them because I drove to the store and went shopping for them all by myself. Usually, Tommy helps me with these kinds of adventures. Not this time.

Unlike most women, I am not a big shoe person. I had to get them because I have plantar fasciitis. It’s a minor injury in the sole of my foot that causes severe heel pain. I drove to the appointment to see the podiatrist about this. Again, all by myself.

All I have to do to get rid of the plantar fasciitis is complete some daily exercises, ice the foot, rest, and not walk around barefoot (hence the new shoes with solid support–Birkenstock sandals). So, I’m very grateful not to be facing another surgery. The latest condition still stinks, though. What it boils down to is one more thing to worry about. It’s a pain. The aspect of my life that’s taking the biggest hit from the new challenge is dieting. I’ve done so much to try to lose weight—the Wegovy pill made me sick, and I even lowered the dosage of my antipsychotic, which was kind of a disaster even though I did it under the guidance of my psychiatrist. I’m sick of trying for weight loss and it not working. I haven’t stopped trying, though. I am on a weight loss pill called Metformin, but the main way it seems to be working is to send me to the bathroom a lot. I guess I’ll deal with it.

I really wanted this post to focus on feeling proud of myself, not complaining! And, I must say, even though I still have severe driving anxiety, I haven’t let it stop me from going where I need to go. I’m proud of that. And, honestly, I’m proud of writing this post. I know I’m not making money anymore when I write, but I’m still proud of myself when I create. We live in dark times, and, as Tori Amos says, we must “out-create.”

Having a lot going on has made me neglect creating. But, 10 years ago, when my brother asked me what my top priorities were, without hesitation, I answered, “My marriage and my health.” I’ve been taking care of my health, and Tommy and I celebrate our 18^th wedding anniversary in September. Last night I was plagued by thinking I’m a failure, but today I think I have a lot to be proud of.