In the end, I had to steal some of Susie's birthday chocolate. I'm not proud of it, but there you are.
[Put witty segue here - I can't think of one right now]
The clip on my Fitbit Zip broke off over a month ago, so last week I ordered a special wristband thingie to fit my Zip into. That way I could be like all the cool kids who buy the expensive Fitbits that they wear on their wrists. Only MY wristband would be way prettier. So it arrived today, and wouldn't it have been nice to have been able to put my pink Fitbit Zip into it and model it for you?
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| EMPTY, like my dreams of fitness |
Missing. That darn Zip went missing on Sunday morning. I've even offered the kids a $5 reward, but no one has been able to find it. Yet it is somewhere in this house, I know that much. In the meantime, I am completely demoralized by its absence. I mean, what is the point of running up and down the stairs to do laundry or fetch my glasses or WHATEVER if none of those steps count? And now, to add insult to injury, I have my empty flowered wristband to taunt me and my aspirations to fitness.
Is it any wonder, then, that I am stealing chocolate from my children?
Back before I gave up on my fitbit, I was worried about the clip breaking. I have been fitbit-free for two months now and I don't miss it. I hope you find yours though, if you want it.
ReplyDeleteBuy a new one and then you'll find the missing one.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have also been guilty of thinking that if my fitbit doesn't count my steps, they didn't exist.
knittergran is right on buying/finding.
ReplyDelete[Witty segue substitute attempt] Maybe I wouldn't need the cacao-related endorphins, if I hadn't been so let down by my techno-exercise-related endorphins, which activate so much better when my exercise/daily activity exhaustion is re-enforced by a tiny digital display. [end segue]
ReplyDeleteI have up to 3 methods of measuring my exercise, including a FitBit, so I never know how far I have walked. This is a corollary of: A man with two watches never knows what time it is.
Thank you. I knew there was a segue in there somewhere. My brain is failing fast. Or my words are, anyway. Which is worrisome, because without the words, I've got nothing. I still remember my dad, the year before he died, pointing at the numbers on his alarm clock and saying, "I don't know what those are." He was an accountant.
ReplyDeleteReading this, my heart just broke open.
DeleteI'm also scared because my brain is failing fast and I don't want to go that way.
That is the CUTEST band ever. In fact, why spoil it with a bit in the middle? You could hold chocolate in the middle instead.
ReplyDeleteBRILLIANT!
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