My First Slice of Life Post, via Two Writing Teachers
After a year and a half of listening to lunch conversations about step competitions between English department fitness fiends, I finally bought a FitBit. It’s one of the newer Charge HR models, and I insisted on plum color: I’m not paying $150.00 for something that doesn’t come in purple.
The data gathered is extraordinary, and I have no doubt that this will help me meet my fitness goals. I’ve struggled with my weight since I was a child, and now the doctors are warning me that my cholesterol levels are too high for someone my age. This is a concern, because heart disease and diabetes run in my family. So, naturally, I’m taking all the precautions I can.
But I wonder, how much information about my own body is too much information about my own body? It’s summer vacation, so I take cues from my cat Smudge and indulge in naps often (although I don’t shed quite as much on the couch as she does). Now, after three days of data tracking, I’m concerned that my FitBit is judging me.
“Are you kidding?” It seems to ask with its’ friendly pink digital glow. “Another nap? You still have 6,284 steps to go today, and you’re setting a wake up alarm for 3:43 PM which you know you won’t actually obey?”
I protest, “FitBit, I never sleep during the school year, and you know I rarely fall asleep before midnight. I need my rest!”
“Pfft” I imagine digital eyes rolling. “Whatever you have to tell yourself.”
I enter my food diligently, down to the last detail. I’ve begun weighing my food once again, an old habit that I got out of. It’s a wonderful habit to have, and far more accurate than that old alliterative weight loss program my mom and I used to follow. Yet, now I see the calories I’m burning throughout the day (even when I’m sitting quietly, reading my books) and I watch the calories in bar attempt to race with the calories out bar. I’m now obsessed with being “In Zone,” which I hardly ever am.
“You’re not eating enough.” FitBit whispers in my ear.
“I’m trying to lose weight, FitBit. You know that. What do you want from me?”
Again with the eye rolling: “Eat more. Also your cousin is totally kicking your butt in step count. Would it kill you to walk further than from the couch to the refridgerator?”
“You keep telling me to drink more water!” I argue.
“Are you always this difficult?” FitBit mutters something that I think is a four letter word.
A delicate balance must be struck; I see that now. There’s a real potential for FitBit to go beyond its designed purpose and rule my life. Maybe in the next couple of months I will learn to navigate the steps and use the daily data charts and heart rate readings to improve my health.
For now, it remains an unfamiliar stranger, clasped about my non-dominant wrist.
Judging me.
July 14, 2015 at 3:02 pm
Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I totally get this!!! Fitbit judgement is the WORST!!!!! I love the conversation you have with the fitbit. Mine is just as judgemental. UGH!!
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July 14, 2015 at 3:14 pm
What does it want!?!
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July 14, 2015 at 4:50 pm
I will share this with my daughter, who just got a Fitbit a few weeks ago. As for me, I don’t think I could take that voice in my head!
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July 14, 2015 at 5:33 pm
Hysterical! I’ve been on the fence about the FitBit, but after reading your post, I now feel compelled to pay for the judgemental wrist-dwelling life coach.
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July 14, 2015 at 5:37 pm
Great! Overall, I love it.
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July 14, 2015 at 6:08 pm
Love the blog! I refuse to get a Fitbit.
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July 14, 2015 at 9:17 pm
Very funny blog post! I lost my FitBit about 4 months ago and have yet to replace it, but ironically you’ve encouraged me to get another one! Haha!
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July 14, 2015 at 10:54 pm
This is a hilarious conversation with your FitBit. I have an app on my phone that measures steps and that’s enough for now. I think it does other stuff, but I haven’t tuned that in. Like you, I am afraid of being judged by the app. Walk more, drink water, eat now, sleep harder, Whew, I need a nap just thinking about it.
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July 21, 2015 at 12:50 am
Welcome to our writing community, Laura! So glad you joined us last week. I hope you’ll be back on Tuesdays year-round.
I’ve heard about this FitBit judgment and have decided to forgo it since I don’t want to be judged by a ‘bracelet.’ (Granted, I see the positive attributes of it, but I don’t think I want to take on all of that data.)
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July 21, 2015 at 12:54 am
I’m looking forward to writing more SOL posts. Thank you so much for your kind words. I still feel like she’s judging me (I’ve since decided she’s very much like that super fit genetically perfect woman at the gym who wonders what you’re doing there), but I do love the heart rate data. I like seeing when I’m burning calories and how much I’ve walked each day, even if it’s embarassing. 🙂
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July 21, 2015 at 9:09 pm
Just read an interesting article: http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/07/20/rethinking-exercise-as-a-source-of-immediate-rewards/?smprod=nytcore-iphone&smid=nytcore-iphone-share. Thought I’d share.
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