Sunday, March 29, 2009

Attack of the Killer Cankles

I'll admit my eating (and drinking) patterns have sucked like a Dyson as of late. Things in the Real World are going well--I just got promoted, marriage is fine, cats are cute, baseball's starting soon, etc. so I guess my addictive personality is just having fun.

My feet and ankles, however, aren't.

I get up in the morning, I have distinct ankles. Within an hour I can feel the swelling, particularly in the tops of my feet. It does seem to ease with movement, to the point that I can, you know, get my feet into shoes and things like that. I've tried elevating my feet, taking diuretics, just moving around, but nope, there are the cankles. On some days (like today) my feet get so swollen I have trouble moving my toes and I hobble. And it hurts. I worry that the tops of my feet will explode.

But does this new devilry prevent me from eating way too much processed meat and downing the demon rum? No, of course not. That would be logical and make sense and we can't have that.

But as I sit, feeling my left foot (the one that gets the worst of it) ache with held water, I know something needs to be done. Pain is generally a good motivating tool for me.

Don't feel bad or offer sympathy. I did it to myself. Now I have to undo it.