Saturday, January 26, 2013
I got my Fitbit back in November and, without realizing it, I've become addicted to it! Instead of being a secret snacker, I've become a secret stepper. When the house is quiet and the husband has gone to bed, I sneak in extra steps marching in place, or doing laps downstairs, just to get my step numbers up. I go up and down the stairs for no reason other then to 'up' my number of floors. My dogs look at me with puzzled expressions.
Every morning before getting out of bed, I attach my Fitbit to my hip. There it stays until I'm ready to get back in bed at the end of the day. I check it constantly and know approximately how many steps I should have in by any given time in the day. For example, I should have close to 7,000 steps by morning recess. Yes, I'm that attached (addicted) to my Fitbit.
That isn't bad enough...I blame the purchase of my new Nordic Track 1750 treadmill on my Fitbit. There's not enough daylight to get my walking in this time of year. I'm a bit of a clutz and tend to trip over the slightest crack in the sidewalk. Walking in the dark, while I love it, is not the best idea for one prone to tripping. So, to be safe (at least that was my public justification for spending more money) I bought a treadmill.
And now I'm addicted to my treadmill as well. I walk on it in the morning before work and then again when I come home. In between, I'm either either standing or walking because I'm a teacher.
My addiction reached new heights when, during a student council meeting that my teaching partner and I were facilitating, we both started walking laps around the classroom while the kids were discussing business. The walk turned into a jog and before we knew it, we had the whole student council jogging around the classroom with us. Just to get more steps in.
There's good news though...yesterday I 'allowed' myself NOT to get my 10,000 steps in. My feet and knees were telling me they needed a break and I listened. I took my little Fitbit off and stepped away from it. I ignored the beckoning lights on my treadmill. I'll admit that I suffered a bit of anxiety knowing my Fitbit was no longer attached to me and was not recording either my steps or that extra flight of stairs I took. My palms were sweaty, my legs restless. But I did it.
When I woke up this morning, my trusty little sidekick was still out on the kitchen table and I was pleasantly surprised that the world had not ended. I'm not sure it's an addiction I want to conquer, but it did feel good to 'step' away from it for a day!