I felt really down and exhausted a little while ago. I thought that the perfect cure would be to go for a walk, but since my ankle and foot have been bothering me, I wrote it off as an impossibility. Finally, after the siren song of my running shoes wouldn't let up, I decided that there was no way I was going to cause irreparable damage to myself just by going for a walk. At the worst, I'd aggravate it, and need to ice it, and might have to stay off it for a while. And I decided I was willing to take that chance. After all, there was an equally good chance that I'd feel just fine afterwards.

So I grabbed my backpack and set off for the grocery store to pick up a few things for dinner. I took it slow, took small steps, stretched when I got to the store, and stretched when I got home. And I feel fantastic! I am so glad I went! For now, my ankle and foot feel great. I'll see how I do the rest of the evening. If I still feel okay tomorrow, I'll take another short walk to slowly get back to where I want to be. Also, I was thinking about how many miles I've put on these shoes, and I do think some new shoes are in order. That'll do a lot to provide new support and hopefully diminish and prevent any lingering pain. I feel so happy to be back on track with taking care of myself!

Speaking of which, I still need to do measurements, but I'm very happy to report that I only gained one pound while on vacation. And that is questionable because of my dopey scale, which apparently believes I can gain and lose up to two pounds in only ten seconds. If only! Heh.

Another thing that made me happy about today is that walking around with groceries in my backpack made me feel like I was in Paris again. I realized that it may take me a while to stop missing being there, and that that's okay. In the meantime, I can do little things like walk to the grocery store, and eat baguette sandwiches for dinner (tonight's plan), and feel just a little bit like I'm back there again. And someday, I'm sure I will be.