|The first day I wore my Fitbit Charge HR..it was an historic day.|
I SWORE to myself that I wouldn't be one of those step-counting obsessed folks who, if they hadn't reached their step goal before bed, would walk around the house, up and down the stairs....just to get some damned steps in.
|Fitbit ON, no doubt! (Here I was doing the Crunch Fitness Fat Burning Yoga DVD)|
I took my bath with eyes closed, luxuriating in the soothing scent of lavender. Ah! What a long day it had been. Nice to be able to relax after a long day and listen to some Bonobo.
And then I opened my eyes, the green light from the underbelly of the Fitbit taunting me. You haven't finished yet.
I tried my best to ignore it but I couldn't. It would bother me all night if I didn't finish.
I got out of the tub (the water was cold and the notion of bath-time was old by now anyway), dried off, lotioned up and put on my Christmas jammies, sweats, and thick hiking socks (did I say my house was cold yet? Cuz it's BRICK) and promptly put the Fitbit back on my wrist. I was going to kill these steps.
I collected clothes around the house and put them in the washing machine. I ascended the stairs to my son's room to tuck him in just one more time. I swept the rug--(because it would require too much adulting to actually get and keep a vacuum.) I loaded the dishwasher. I checked on my son again to his chagrin. I straightened out my growing collection of trail shoes in the mud-room. As I was walking across the living room to start folding clothes, it buzzed.
Now I could go to sleep.