Bad Knees?

I have bad knees.

At least, I *think* I have bad knees. 

I believe that my issue with my knees is directly related to my weight.  I tend to wear my weight like an apple or a pear — I don’t know.  I’m some kind of fruit.  But either way, I’m top heavy and I have these gorgeous skinny long legs.  I remind myself of an apple with two toothpick legs.

I’m assuming that my knee pain is a direct result of having to carry around an apple all day long.  If I were a knee, I’d be uncomfortable and unhappy too.  Actually, I’m pretty sure I’d be screaming obscenities left and right.

Unfortunately, this is a Catch-22 situation.  I need to lose weight to get rid of the knee pain, and the knee pain is posing difficulties in my weight loss journey.

I went to the gym today for my regularly scheduled appointment.  I mentioned to my personal trainer that I probably wouldn’t be able to do too much because my knees have been aggravating me all weekend.  He looked at me and was quiet for a moment before saying, “You need new shoes.”

Huh?

He explained that my shoes were too flat and I needed a higher arch.  My cheap little sneakers that I’d had for a hundred years just weren’t up to snuff and they didn’t provide me with enough support.  He also explained that I needed to start doing stretches after I finished exercising.

Wow.  So maybe I don’t have bad knees!  I just have really bad shoes!

He recommended that for cardiovascular activity, I should look into Nike.  If I decide that I want to get into cross-training, I should probably go for Adidas.  He also told me that I shouldn’t spend too much on shoes either.  His shoes were about $30-$40 and were terrific.  He also told me that I needed to actually go to the store and ask for the shoes to be fitted properly.  Too many times, people get the wrong size or style without realizing it until it’s too late.

I had no idea.

With glee, I laughed and told my husband that I was under strict instructions to go shoe shopping.  He sobbed for a few minutes while clutching his wallet.  I think he’ll be okay.

I’ll check on him when I get back from the store.