Dead on my Feet

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Thursday I got a new pair of walking shoes. I may buy cheap clothing but I want good shoes. These are Brooks Glycerin shoes. I wanted a spring color. I have a big foot, size 9 1/2. Fleta wore a 71/2 or 8 growing up and Helen smaller than that. Mom bought me 8 1/2. We often wore those off brand keds. Mine would split behind my toes. They probably were not wide enough. As we age, most folks have to have bigger shoes. But age 50, nearly half of the fatty padding on the soles of your feet is lost causing you to need a shoe that's bigger than what you wore in your 20s. It’s partly because of weight gain that puts greater pressure on your feet, and because your ligaments and tendons have lost some of their elasticity. If you've given birth, your shoe size may increase. Hormones  released during pregnancy cause ligaments to relax. Menopause affects  foot health. Unless countered by medications or exercise, the loss of estrogen can lead to lower bone density, resulting in osteoporosis raising the risk of stress fractures. Stress fractures can worsen and cause the bones to shift out of place. Woe to the me!

Sunset last evening 

Last evening between Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune I walked to get my mail. It’s a half mile there and back. I like to walk during the news as it’s a horror story every night. I don’t turn my tv off or I’ll forget to turn it on. I mute the sound during the news if I don’t go get my mail. 

Larry passed five years ago on leap year February 29. I guess it would be today. It seems long ago but also like yesterday. Part of me died too. I’ll never be the same.