I Have Skinny Feet

There. I said it. And I am proud of it. I have gotten up at 5-freaking-am for the last week and a half and hauled my butt across town to the 24 Hour Fitness to get them too. Of course, I was expecting to have more then just skinny feet, but it's a good start. I guess it was too much to hope that the gods of fitness would start with my ass...

I actually haven't seen my ankles since about my 2nd trimester with Ethan. That would be more then 5 years ago if you are wondering. My feet and ankles were so swollen that I only had one pair of flip flops that I could squeeze my feet into. And by the end of the day, the straps would leave deep indentions across the top of my feet. When the swelling did not go down completely post pregnancy, I resigned myself to having a fabulous set of cankles. After Wyatt, the swelling on the tops of my feet stuck around too.

I did work on getting them back to normal. More water. More walking. Elevate when possible. Water pills. Some help, but I really thought I just had fat feet. I was still holding on to all the baby weight from my pregnancies, so why not keep the feet too? The doctors did blood tests, and hormone tests, and poked and prodded. Nothing.

So, this morning, after my work out, I glanced down at my feet and thought something was odd. I didn't quite place it at first. My feet just looked all bony. WHAT? There are bones in my feet? And look at those blue lines! And oh my lord---what are those round knobs on the sides??

So, yes my friends. Without any sort of medical training whatsoever, I have out smarted my doctors. I know why my feet and ankles were so swollen for five years. They were simply getting too much sleep.