I have a love/hate relationship with my new toy.
It is a Fitbit.
It tracks my steps. My sleep. If I climb stairs. If I am sedentary, lightly active, fairly active or very active.
It doesn’t do this perfectly. For example, when it tells me how many miles I walk a day, I doubt it is all that accurate. It sometimes thinks I have climbed stairs when I haven’t, or that I’ve climbed more than I have. But in general I think it’s a pretty neat little toy and if it thinks I climbed stairs it’s because I did something more strenuous than usual.
Like shopping and trying on clothes.
Yeah, that was weird. Maybe lots of bending over and standing up? But I wasn’t even wearing the fitbit when I tried on most of those clothes, so yeah, no clue on that one.
But this hate part is the part where it tells me how sedentary I am. Which, as a writer, I am. But seeing it, and seeing that the standard it sets is 10,000 steps a day and I would have to totally change my life and turn things upside down by, you know, getting out and walking and actually exercising–that is annoying.
Yes, I can change the target, lower it to something more realistic than 10,000 steps a day.
But instead I am feeling all snarly and bitchy and putting on my walking shoes and going out to take a walk.
Bite me, fitbit.
You win this time.
But don’t start getting ideas about jogging.