Yes, this is a screenshot of the Fitbit leaderboard for this week. Please note two things:
1) I’m at the top
2) All my friends suffer from some weird facial disorder.
I call this one, “Nobody Likes a Braggart, but Who Cares?”
Seriously, I’ve only topped my Fitbit leaderboard one other time–back when I had no Fitbit friends. I suspect a couple of them will come roaring back this week, so I’m going to enjoy my status while I can.
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That’s great! It is funny about that facial disorder, though. It seems to be catching.
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That might be what’s preventing them from catching up to me.
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This is your shining hour, Nan
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It really is. I’ve prepared an acceptance speech.
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That sounds really impressive but what’s a fitbit?
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My Fitbit is a pedometer/tracker that reminds me to exercise and keeps track of my steps/heart rate/calories burned/miles walked. I’m such a slug that I need some motivation to get me moving.
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I get it. It was just like it sounded like a breakfast cereal when I first read it.
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It does sound like a breakfast cereal!
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