Monday, March 14, 2011
I never liked it from the start. How can anyone warm to a piece of personal equipment that, rather than lending encouragement, insists you are carrying 41% body fat when in fact it is 26%. I am referring to that pedometer again. But I have a forgiving nature and decided to ask only what it seemed able to manage: count my steps. Unfortunately, it couldn't manage that either. The same dog walk registered 6000 one day and 120 the day after!
The pedometer was purchased in Argos, so Sunday found me back there requesting a substitute.
"It's lit up," said the girl, "What's wrong with it?"
"The light is on but no-one's home", I should have replied but didn't think of it then.
"It says I'm obese, and it can't count," I said.
She gave me a quick once-over to see if she agreed with it but evidently didn't, since she decided I could have another model. Happily, the chosen make had been reduced by £3.00 so I left with a credit-card style Reebok; a name which embodies 'sportiness' - to me at least - and inspires confidence that it will do the biz. So here I am, back at square one in terms of knowing whether or not I can walk 2,000 or 10,000 steps a day.
I'm trying it out tomorrow.