What's up with the fat ankles? Is it an age thing?
Tuesday, 9 February, 2010 at 11:48 PM Okay, we have to talk about ankles. Specifically, we have to talk about my ankles. My currently swollen ankles. Swollen and fat. The way your grandmother was always going on about hers being swollen and fat.
Yes, my typically-pretty little feet, with their pleasing shape and puff-less lines have gone all rouge. "They done swole up on me!" to put it the way I heard one woman describe it, one time. I laughed at her.
I'm not laughing anymore.
This evening, deciding my too-many-hours-in-front-of-the-computer design stretch had gone on for long enough, I thought a refreshing shower was in order. As I emerged, all clean and fresh, ready to resume my hunched position for still more hours of design glee, I looked down. First I admired my recently-pedicured toenails. Red in February. How decadent! Perfectly wonderful! Then my eyes moved up a bit. Whaaaaa?
I thought of hormones, and while that could be the culprit, it's not like, as a woman, I haven't encountered these offenders before. So what then? Age. It must be age. This is the year I turned 41. (My fingers typed 31 twice before I could get them to type it correctly.) Is it true, then? That while 40 is the new 30, and all that jazz (read my thus-far lone, age-related rant over here,) apparently it's also true that around now, things start to go a little sour. I'll spare you the list of noticeable changes in my world.
But I can't spare the mention of these ankles. I'm telling my shame here, far and wide. Along with a little warning to those who may be feeling a little safe and content with your "well turned ankles," as mine have been called: Be Ye Not So Smug As I Was. Women in my family do not have narrow feet. I'll face it. Even my own nice feet aren't the slimmest around. But I'm most definitely accustomed to seeing a certain newly-discovered puffiness attached to the bodies of other women. Lovely women? Oh yes. Just people not called myself.
Not anymore. Only this had better be a phase. I'm thinking it surely won't stick around forever. I'll wake tomorrow morning and check, first thing, then the morning after that.
Still, whether it's a one-time-thing or some sort of new cyclical occurrence, I'm feeling a little nervous. It's as if my body has let me down, somehow. And now I don't trust it not to do something else. Sag a little here. Wrinkle a little there.
But I won't think about that just now. For now, maybe I'd better go do something useful. Like maybe elevate my fat little feet. It couldn't hurt, right?
Reader Comments (8)
It could have everything to do with your eating habits today while sitting at the computer. Did you have too much salt, not enough water. Then again if you were sitting all this time your circulation did not move the way it should have. Elevate your feet and drink some cold water. In the words of Scarlet O'Hara "tomorrow is another day" I will also confess to Minnie Mouse feet on occasions. Hang in there dear friend
So, I have had super puffy eyes when I wake up for two months now. Ankles, eyes...ugh!
"They done swole up on me!" sounds like one of my family members talking. I understand! My husband turns 60 today. We think of ourselves as young but we might have to start changing the way we think. "Time done snuck up on us!"
Melody, I agree, it was probably a combination of what you ate yesterday and the fact you spent most of the day sitting at the puter. And yes, age does have a little bit to do with those things, in this case, not a lot. But just like you don't have the energy to stay out and party all night and go straight to work afterwards, like you did when you were younger, you can't just sit for long periods of time without something not being right when you get up.
OK: My crows feet are starting to show when I'm NOT smiling. My upper arms keep waving good-bye long after my hand is finished, and I've been writing about my emerging jowels for a while now. Why do we write these things?!
Remember - you're as cute as twelve buttons and a pearl, and you always will be.
Brenna
Y'all are so awesome. Seems I've discovered the trick to blogging comment fun: write about the most shameful, self-deprecating details and people will join in the conversation. Not only in the blog, in fact; on the phone yesterday to two different guys, they used almost the identical sentences: "So. Your ankles are fat, huh?" I was so proud...
(And for the record, while I didn't eat salads and fruit all day long, I didn't eat at all while working. Drank water throughout the day, as it's my favorite beverage. But the "not moving" business has got to be a contributing factor. Better do something about that, eh?)
I'm just now coming across this blog but if you could have seen my feet when i was pregnant with the big kids, well, let's just say a friend compared them to me walking around with two baked potatoes on the ends of my legs. Not that that's what you were dealing with but I totally get the....what the heck happened here...this used to look totally different feeling.
I'm going home tonight to take a pick, i'm very excited about this (clearly you see how sad and crazy i am about shoes.) Will post the picture rgnaln rgnaln - birkenstock ireland shop.