Apropos of nothing last night my husband, Studly Doright, suggested I purchase a Fitbit. I pretended I had no idea what he was talking about.
Me: What’s that?
Studly: You know, it tracks your steps.
Me: Oh, it’s a pedometer?
Studly: Well, kind of, but it talks to your cell phone and tells you how many calories you’ve burned.
Me: Are you saying I’m fat?
Studly: Well, no, but you’re always talking about losing weight and, well….”
Me: (pouting dramatically) You’ve really caught me off guard. I guess, if you want me to buy a tool to keep me from getting fatter I’ll do it to make you happy.
Studly: You’re such a knothead.
Me: Yep. Let’s find me a Fitbit.
I researched, a.k.a. surveyed my Facebook friends who by a large majority recommended I buy the Fitbit Charge. I went ahead and got the HR model that also tracks heart rate. My mild technology anxiety fluttered in the back of mind when I contemplated the barriers I might have to deal with in order to get the device synced to my phone, but it was a breeze.
I’d go walking, but at 7 p.m. it’s still 95° degrees F in my part of the world and super humid. If I can hold out for another hour it’ll drop to 90°, and I might venture out. So far I’ve journeyed to and from the bathroom and clocked 173 steps. I have a feeling I won’t be reaching the pre-set goal of 10,000 steps on my first day of Fitbit ownership.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 