High Heels

So instead of going to my weight watchers meeting (where they are rolling out a new program btw) I went to my churches mini (4hour)  woman's retreat. I had such a great time. And I looked cute too. I wore this royal purple sweater dress with my favorite brown heels. Yes heels, 4 inch heels, I wore them to the mini retreat and then Krystallynne's first concert afterward (she plays the clarinet) for a grand total of 8 hours. Because my lower back was fine that night, I decided to wear them again (with a different outfit) on Sunday, to church and then a birthday party, for a grand total of 20 hours. I love these shoes, not only are they so cute and versatile but comfy on my feet. I paid $8 at the dickies outlet 5 years ago and the strap broke within a year, but I hung onto them and finally got them fixed this year. That being said I was determined to wear them this passed weekend. HEAVY SIGH. Big mistake. I can barely walk even 2 days later. Normally it shouldn't be such a big deal, I mean when I think of Beyonce dancing in slinkier shoes than mine, I think I ought to be okay. Well, my back, she's not the same as she used to be, not since that whole spasm thing back in April, (I'll have to fill you in on that later, funny story that) Anyways, here I am, my back is killing me, and I don't want to tell my husband. Why you ask? Because when he saw me putting them on, both Saturday and Sunday he told me not to, but I insisted they were much cuter than the tennis shoe he suggested, and now if he finds out I'm hurting again, he'll never let me wear heels again. Lesson learned, never wear the heels for more than a few hours in one weekend. But, shoooo, Guril!, I looked GOOOOOOD!