Friday, May 24, 2013
I asked my fiance to bring my FitBit to me since I had forgotten to put it on when I came downstairs this morning.
"Where is it?" He yelled down the stairs.
"In the bedroom by the bed!"
"I don't see it..."
And that's when I remembered. I had attached it to my sports bra last night before we went running. That same sports bra that I had asked him to throw in the wash with the rest of the laundry.
He ran to the basement to try to salvage it from the washer (I'm working from home this morning and he has the day off, so he has a lot more free time than I do).
Luckily, the FitBit still works (thanks for saving it, Babe!).
But what was funny is the number of steps and activity I've supposedly gotten in today thanks to its trip through the washing machine. Apparently I've gone 555 steps and up 5 flights of stairs. Oh, and the flower was fully grown from being highly active.
Brett said "Maybe you need to try the washing machine workout more often!"