My Fitbit is in time
out. It got back from vacation and felt
a little squirrelly after all the dust and adventure and decided it didn’t want
to talk to my phone or my computer for a while.
I decided, after a certain amount of swearing and rebooting, that time
out was a good idea for me, too. After
all, it’s just a Fitbit, right?
Well.
I am more addicted to the
little stick of chewing gum than I thought.
I almost automatically check my daily total until I remember that I’m
not wearing the thing. I wonder if my
walk today took 26 minutes or 30. How
much of my swim counted?
I have decided to leave
it in time out for a little longer. It
is supposed to be helping me, not controlling me. It’s not like I don’t know whether or not I’m
getting enough exercise. I can tune into
my breath, my muscle soreness, my fatigue level to figure that out. And maybe that extra mindfulness will help me
when I do get back to wearing it.
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