FitBit

My new FitBit is bugging the crap out of me. It feels too weighty on my wrist and I think it might be ugly. I’m trying to make friends with it. I’m wearing it this week as a test run for when I get “really serious” about working out. Which of course begins tomorrow.

My FitBit has a lot to say. It tells me I’m very restless at night (no shit. I have judgmental appliance clamped to my arm). It tells me I need to live in a house with stairs. It tells me to shoot for 10,000 steps a day.

Really? 10,000 steps? Apparently my average is around 4,000 something – but I’m a writer! I work from home! There was an ice storm!

I did have one day where I broke 5,000 steps and I’m pretty sure that’s because Gilligan had diarrhea. To mark this momentous occasion, I was awarded my first FitBit Badge. The badge was called the “Boat Shoe Badge” – which I suppose is the laziest shoe, (unless maybe there’s a Slipper Badge).

I wish they had a BitFit. I could do that. Just partially fit. Just some of me is fit. I mean, have you seen my fingers? They are quite tiny and they can fly across the keyboard – 10,000 words a day, easy! Also, I suspect my wrists are quite toned.

At 9:00 am I have 32 steps. At 9:00 am my sister has 3927. Jesus. How far away is her breakfast??

Okay. Time to take a walk….