My toes are happy. Really, really happy. Sure, this looks silly and maybe even painful (it isn't, not for me), but, by golly, it makes sense and, well, makes my toes happy.
Pictured is my right foot stuffed into a gel form called, variably, Healthy Toes™ or Yoga Toes™ or toe stretchers. I did not really do much research aside from reading a snag of the hype on a couple of sites offering these for sale. The expected yadda yadda about ancient Asian secrets although, if I recall my history correctly, a large number of ancient Asians rather preferred cramping up the feets of their women rather than promote foot muscle health.
I have, at times, had issues with my feet -- some due to the weight I used to make them bear, but also because I am a woman who succumbs to the fashion pressures of the day and I've been known to imprison my feet into those inhuman torture devices known as "pumps". Relatively high heels, teensy toe boxes, toes crushed together for hours at a time, sometimes involving lots of standing or walking.
Insane, I agree.
I do believe in giving my toes holidays, though and when at home strive to stay barefoot, or at least wear practical sandals that support my arches and allow my toes to spread, but the gooey thinger pictured here splaying my toes all skitchywammous gives me even more relief.
I like 'em. Every self-respecting sticky-toed reptile should consider using these.
How long can you hang on the wall with those on?
Best thing? So not Paula's massage guy, but, big man fingers between the toes from below (palm to sole) doing that same amazing stretch. Yum.