Saturday, August 31, 2013
Yesterday I went out and bought a new fitbit and now I am wearing it. I've been losing REALLY slowly, but I haven't been super diligent. I go in spurts at the gym, and yesterday I actually didn't go to the gym because I went home to try and figure the thing out. But I did pace around enough to get my 5000 steps.
The experience of wearing the tracker bracelet is somewhere between those who have to wear an ankle bracelet because they are on house arrest, and that segment from Sesame Street years ago where Ernie has all the strings tied on his finger, "this string reminds me to do this, and this string reminds me to look at the other string...."
You are supposed to rarely take off the bracelet, and it is really hard to put back on. I had planned to take it off in the shower even though the claim is that you don't have to -- but that will be too much trouble, so I will leave it on.
I'm currently about halfway between my heaviest and the weight that is supposed to be "healthy" -- I've got about 70 pounds to go, but I'm just thinking about the next 20.
Today, I'll get some work done, go to the Y and walk/run on the track. Maybe throw in a few weight machines if time allows. Eat in my calorie range, etc. Keep syncing my bracelet and voils! the magic will happen again.
The truth is, bracelet or no bracelet, obesity is its own form of house arrest because it restricts so much of what you can do.