Fitbit has turned me into an expectant father. Ok, so not literally; I am a woman after all.
I purchased a fitbit online about a month ago. I don’t need something to tell me, I’m not sleeping, I just want to track my steps and maybe enjoy a few step-challenges with my friends.
Twice last week, I forgot to hook my fitbit to the pocket in my jeans. You’d have thought I forgot my phone or worse, my bra, when I realized my little electronic tracker was safe at home. I felt naked, vulnerable and I missed it!
I survived, but it wasn’t the same. I had to resort to using my phone to track my steps. Forgot to carry it half the time and didn’t get accurate information that way. *BOO*
I’m back to having my little electronic buddy with me again. However, my dogs think I have lost it (well by the looks I’m getting that’s my interpretation). See, every night before bed, I look at my step total. My goal is at least 10,000 steps per day. When I realize I’m 250 steps, normally less, away from that goal, I pace my room. The only thing I can equate to how I look is those tv shows that show the dad, in the waiting room, pacing back and forth, constantly looking at the door for the nurse to walk through and inform him on the status of his child.
So yes, fitbit has turned me into the proverbial “expectant father”. I don’t mind though. I am aware that I am exercising more and that I am staying more active. If you haven’t obtained a fitbit yet, I highly recommend getting one!