I am a Fitbit Failure!
I’ve always suspected that I was a sedentary slug, but thanks to my newly purchased Fitbit, I know precisely how derelict I am!
A late comer to the Fitbit craze, I constantly check the damn thing, and then dash out for a quick walk around the block to meet my 10,000 step goal. (And why is 10,000 the magic number?!)
Despite the fact that I live in a “walkable” neighborhood (i.e. sidewalks), there isn’t any place to walk TO, so I can’t combine a walk with something productive like a trip to the drug store, grocery, or coffee shop. This makes me feel like a hamster on a wheel—peddling furiously but getting nowhere.
In addition to the number of steps taken (or not) per day, there are other Fitbit metrics to obsess over, hours of sleep, ounces of water, calories per meal. Not only is it exhausting, but I’m sure this information eventually will be used to sell, influence, deny, or judge me.
In the meantime, this summer you’ll catch me rushing around the block at all hours to satisfy the Fitbit tyrant!