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Stand Up Straight

June 4, 2015


I was scrolling though a website and a headline jumped out at me:

“How Wearing High Heels Can Make Your Boobs Sag.”

Yep, that certainly got my attention. Reading the article was even more concerning.

I will cut to the chase, rather than build unneccessary suspense. Bad posture leads to sagging breasts, belly pooch and neck and shoulder pain. The shoes are just one of many contributors to posture problems.

Sitting all day, is the number one cause of slouching. We slouch over our computors, our food and the steering wheels of our cars. This causes our muscles to stiffen, and eventually for us to feel neck and shoulder pain when we try to sit up straight.  This makes our bust lines sit a little lower that originally intended.
Sitting also tightens the fronts of our hips. This perfect storm of tight hips in the front, and weakness in our backs causes our pelvis to jut forward, pushing our abdomens out with it, and making that lower belly pooch that all the crunches in the world will not abliterate.

Wearing high heels makes our ankles tighten up, setting off a chain reaction with the muscles leading up our legs. A tight lower back completes the picture, making us slump forward even more, accentuating the afore mentioned belly pooch and making the breasts sag a little lower.

Depressing, right?
There are a few ways you can fight back.

Remind yourself to sit up taller and straighter throughout the day. Pull your shoulders back, and pick your chin up off your chest. Feel the muscles open up, and your upper body lengthen. The “girls” will come up naturally, to a more flattering position.

Stretch your hip flexors, with laying hip raises, or runner’s lunges. You can also bend one leg and place your foot on the opposite knee and squat down as if you are going to sit in a chair. Feel the stretch through your hip.

Stand with your back to the wall and stretch your arms up over your head. Try to raise and lower your arms while maintaining contact with the wall. Go as far as you can and continue to expand your range of motion each day.

As for the heels? When I wear high heels I stand a little taller and am more conscious of my gait. I’m not giving them up so quickly.

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You Talkin’ To Me?

September 21, 2012

The other day, as I toweled off and tried to catch my breath at the end of my cycling class, the teacher started talking about how “some of us needed to learn to experience the feeling of discomfort more intensely during their workouts.”

As he wound up his monologue, he stared right at me. Coincidence? Probably, but it threw me for a loop just the same.

This particular teacher is known for his “show no mercy” attitude and pushing you beyond your limits. I leave class physically drained, soaking wet, and proud of my accomplishments. I push myself, (with his help) pretty hard. He doesn’t generally come by to check up on me, or increase my resistance. I might have just been in his line of vision as he was addressing a packed room. Or, he might have singled me out silently to let me know I needed to up my game.

Whether or not he did, the effect was the same.
The next day, thighs still tight from the above-mentioned class, I got on the treadmill. Almost immediately, my left quad cramped and my hamstrings started screaming at me to stop. Did I, you may be asking? Hell no! I pushed through 4 miles absorbed in the experience of intense discomfort. All I could think about was my cycling teacher’s glare.  I powered through my workout with his words motivating me to keep going.

Later, after spending some quality time with a foam roller and a hot bath, I walked to work as usual. I had a few stops along the way, and didn’t bother to change my shoes. On the way home, I kept thinking about “the comment” again, and wondered if he could have walked 3 miles in 41/2 “ heels. That would teach him about pushing through the feeling of discomfort, wouldn’t it?

Of course I could just go up and ask him if he was addressing me specifically, or if it was just a coincidence. But I don’t really need to know the answer. His comment somehow ignited some competitive flame inside me, and is serving its intended purpose, even if it really wasn’t intended for me!

My Left Foot

April 5, 2012

I have an ugly little secret. Don’t tell anyone, but I have a bunion on my left foot. A really, really ugly bunion.

It’s been there for years.  For a long time, I considered it a badge of courage; a medal for enduring pounding runs, and teetering high heels. It came about during the late ‘90s, when pointy toes were all the rage, and grew larger as heels grew higher.

Despite slathering my feet with Vaseline every morning before I go to the gym, I have callouses in that area, as well as the occasional blister. Not pretty.

The bunion rarely hurts, so I just ignore it and hope it goes away.  Recently, I started experiencing some pain elsewhere on my foot, and when I looked at the slightly swollen area on the top of my foot, the red welts from uncomfortable shoes, and the big old lump sticking out of one side, I knew something needed to be done before sandal season.

As usual, rather than consult a real professional, I consulted Google. According to various websites of varying degrees of credibility, many bunions come from the toes being compressed for long periods of time. (Those stilettos really are to blame!) Most doctors recommend a simple surgery to reset the bones to their original locale.

In my opinion, no surgery is “simple” and I set out to find a home remedy.

If compression caused the problem, than it only seems natural that stretching the toes apart should reverse the damage, right?

While perusing the local Duane Reade the other day, I found my ally, by the name of

“Goodnight Bunion.”

“Goodnight Bunion” is a medieval looking contraption that hooks onto your big toe to “gently realign tight tendons and muscles in your foot while you sleep as an alternative to surgery.”

For a fully refundable $9.99, my foot problems are on the way out.

The first night, B tried to help me figure out how to put it on. She ultimately consulted her Holy Grail, YOUTUBE, where she found a video tutorial entitled “How to put on Goodnight Bunion.” Yes, it’s that complicated.

Once strapped into the thing, it is nearly impossible to walk. Sleeping with a big plastic thing on your foot is also challenging, unless you sleep flat on your back. Otherwise, the shin of your other leg gets very bruised, thus distracting you from the discomfort of your bunion.

The first 2 nights I had to take it off after only a couple of hours. It seems that one of the side effects of Goodnight Bunion, is Good Morning Arch Cramps!

Alas, enduring pain is the price of beauty, and I am determined to self heal my gnarly foot.

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