Yes, this morning my doctor told me I have bunions. SHIT. Bunions? Here I am feeling fine for the first time in four years and I have bunions? I woke up all energetic today (after four days of no dairy, no eggy), and I haven't been itchy since I got the magical ceramide-filled cream for my skin. So I was feeling really, really good. And then WHAM -- bunions!
Honestly, I thought my feet were totally normal. But my doc took one look and went "Oh! You have bunions!" I was previously blissfully unaware that my feet were hideously deformed (I thought they looked pretty cute with the right pedicure) until this morning. And now that I now, I can hardly stand to look at my ugly-ass feet. But they don't hurt, they aren't bothering me, and there's really nothing that can be done (until I'm ready to have the surgery where they break the bone and scrape off the extra bone and inflamed tissue and what not), so I'm just not going to worry about my stupid ugly bunions.
And really, if that's the worst thing I have to worry about right now (and it is), then I'm good.
Work outs are on the horizon.
Bunions?! I had no idea! Good grief! Whatever made you get this diagnosis if your feet aren't bothering you?
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