Shoes Can Kill You


Growing up overweight, I was a guy very influenced by my mother’s idea of fashion, I couldn’t always find pants to fit. At times, shirts were too tight and a hassle to try on. So my clothing addition of choice became shoes. Why? Because stores always seemed to have my size and the shoes were always easy to get in and out of. My addition to shoes grew as my resources did. I sought out the most obscure shapes and colors for no other reason other than to be different.

Then, as I aged, my feet started to flatten out. No arches. In fact, if you look at my feet, they looked more like fresh pancake batter just poured on the grill. As I grew older, it became more and more painful to wear cool shoes. So I got orthotics and cushy supports.

But what we now know is that your shoes may kill you.






Ok, maybe that’s a bit dramatic but it’s not a huge reach. Your feet tend to be shaped by the shoes you wear, year after year. Women who wear pointed pumps, end up with toes mushed together. So why is this a big deal? Well as we age, we need those feet as our base. We become less stable. So what ends up happening? We lose our balance, we fall, then we break a hip, then we go to the hospital, then we don’t move for 30 days, then we get pneumonia, then we die.


See? Shoes can kill you. Get a good pair.


One Comment

  1. Posted March 24, 2016 at 11:52 am | Permalink

    this reminds me of the analogy of shows I always used with my children. What shoes are you wearing? Are they your true shoes? Did you choose rainout them in or did someone else put them in you? How do they feel? New shoes some times take awhile to get comfortable.

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