So I got a Fitbit. It's actually not my first time at the fitness tracker rodeo - I had the first, basic version a few years ago in L.A. I liked it, until it died. But I liked my heart rate monitor more, for it's ability to keep me going hard during a workout (must-pant-hit-pant-500-pant-calories!). Until it died, too.
Obviously, then, when I heard about the new Fitbit, which does all the usual stuff but with the addition of an inbuilt heart rate monitor that doesn't need an annoying chest strap, I was filled with all kinds of covetous feelings. I basically begged our fitness writer here at the mag to hook me up, complete with whiny, "I really, really neeeeeeed onnnnnne". Well, it might not have worked on my mum but it totally worked this time, because I now have me a Fitbit Charge HR on my wrist turning me into a crazy obsessive who's really into knowing how many flights of stairs I climb a day. I will never, ever be clocking 60,000 steps like David Sedaris (oh, god, his story on his Fitbit made me laugh) but I swear it's making a difference, one week in. Good or just anxiety-inducing is yet to be seen. I reckon it's the accountability factor: if I achieve my tech-monitored goals for the day (10,000 steps, 2500 calorie burn) I feel like the master of the motherfucking universe. If I slack off - like I did on Sunday, my rest day - I feel like a lazy cow. I'm also back to tracking my food on MyFitnessPal, because in for an obsessive, self-monitoring penny, in for a pound, right?
But it has its downsides, too. This morning, I took it off to do my boxing training, afraid it might get hurt when I was in a punching frenzy. But then I was plunged into an existential crisis: if my Fitbit didn't track my workout, did it even happen? Now my immaculate health run over the last few days is going to be 'officially' ruined - it won't register any of the steps or the calorie burn - because of the choice I made while half asleep this morning. I can feel myself getting anxious about what my Fitbit will think of me. Is there even any point in working out if it doesn't count?
There's clearly only one solution: to never, ever take it off. Even when I sleep it tracks how restless I am, making for fascinating, self-obsessed reading come morning. So I'll be logging my food and checking my steps and counting my burn for a while yet, in the hopes that the Fitbit will help me smash the 4-5 kilos I want to lose before Europe. Unless it dies, that is.
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