Weekend.
Week's end.
Weak end...yup. Honestly that is how I feel at the moment. Weak. Yesterday I went and bought the "correct" type of shoes that I will need to wear. And I ended up crying in the shoe store. All I saw were granny shoes, in front of me. My soul and heart were rebelling at the sight of them, and the gut wrenching feeling of having to try them on, broke me. As best as they tried to find a decent pair of not-granny looking shoes...they look and feel like granny shoes. No matter what they said, or showed me.
My logical mind knows that I need the correction insoles. It is better for my posture and for my bad knee. And the insoles do NOT fit into dressy shoes, sandals, pumps or smart modern shoes. So it is solid soles, no heels, and shoes with structure and constructed to give maximum support.
My emotional mind, is screaming and wanting to throw the shoes back into their box, and toss them to the back of the closet. But then reality hits, and if I don't wear the shoes, I can't walk the dogs, go out for a day of shopping, or doing something fun, and basically I will be stuck and limited to what I really can and want to do.
It is really my pride that is in the way. I know that. and ashamed of it. I am confronted with my stubbornness and vanity and wrestling with the reality of practicality.
I am going to have to eat my humble pie, and put on my granny shoes....and deal with it.
My next visit to the special shoe store, will be a challenge for me, and for the sales staff. I am going to accept this situation, but am going to try and find a compromise between fashionable shoes, and granny shoes.
This weekend will be spent breaking in my shoes, and trying to break my pride about my dislike of them.
Did I mention...that I decided on practical blue suede shoes???
Week's end.
Weak end...yup. Honestly that is how I feel at the moment. Weak. Yesterday I went and bought the "correct" type of shoes that I will need to wear. And I ended up crying in the shoe store. All I saw were granny shoes, in front of me. My soul and heart were rebelling at the sight of them, and the gut wrenching feeling of having to try them on, broke me. As best as they tried to find a decent pair of not-granny looking shoes...they look and feel like granny shoes. No matter what they said, or showed me.
My logical mind knows that I need the correction insoles. It is better for my posture and for my bad knee. And the insoles do NOT fit into dressy shoes, sandals, pumps or smart modern shoes. So it is solid soles, no heels, and shoes with structure and constructed to give maximum support.
My emotional mind, is screaming and wanting to throw the shoes back into their box, and toss them to the back of the closet. But then reality hits, and if I don't wear the shoes, I can't walk the dogs, go out for a day of shopping, or doing something fun, and basically I will be stuck and limited to what I really can and want to do.
It is really my pride that is in the way. I know that. and ashamed of it. I am confronted with my stubbornness and vanity and wrestling with the reality of practicality.
I am going to have to eat my humble pie, and put on my granny shoes....and deal with it.
My next visit to the special shoe store, will be a challenge for me, and for the sales staff. I am going to accept this situation, but am going to try and find a compromise between fashionable shoes, and granny shoes.
This weekend will be spent breaking in my shoes, and trying to break my pride about my dislike of them.
Did I mention...that I decided on practical blue suede shoes???
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