On the eve of resolutions, I misplaced my second fitbit. I should say lost because I’ve looked everywhere and it is never to be found again. It was a holiday gift, undeserving I suppose, since I couldn’t seem to hold onto it. While it was in my possession, however, I truly enjoyed it. Initially it surprised me to discover I was on the move more than I thought. My gym visits had diminished from 4 or 5 a week to 2 and my binge watching of mini-series had increased along with the requisite snacking. So the fitbit was affirming and motivating.
I have always preferred individual sports with one opponent; me. So I started keeping track and trying to outdo myself, ever so slightly, on a regular basis. And it worked. Eventually I was up from 10,000 steps to 12,000, and then 15 and was feeling very proud. My dog was happier because he came along on those counting step walks and I had less time to binge watch and binge eat. All good.
Needless to say, I didn’t use the fitbit for the umpteen applications offered other than notification I was receiving a call and yet I was checking it 5 or 600 times a day. I did feel it was becoming another tech distraction from more important things in life.
Alas, it matters not. I am now without it. Back to my old ways. Trying to stay active in this sedentary screen-seductive society.
And I wonder. Does standing while you watch “The Crown” count? Does balancing on one foot as you peruse the pantry or frig for something to eat get you any points? Does wearing workout attire while you sit at the kitchen table surfing sales accrue at least a little credit?
Is a little bit of fit better than none?