My Journey With Health And Fitness – My Fitbit Obsession

Yesterday morning I got up at my usual 6am and headed out the door for my walk at 7am. I hadn’t even got all the way to the street when I felt a couple raindrops. I looked up at the sky and immediately turned around and went back to the condo. You see here it doesn’t rain like it does at home. When it rains the sky opens up and pours out tons of water. This was a good call on my part because less than five minutes later the rain was teeming down. Moreover in the evening a massive thunderstorm came through (and I love thunderstorms). Not to worry though, I did get in a bike ride later in the day.

Sunday morning I woke up and horror of horrors, my Fitbit wasn’t working. By that I mean the screen was completely black and no info would sync to my app. I spent most of the day researching what I could do about this and trying everything I read online. But to no avail, my Fitbit is dead. Now I do have a backup one (not the same model so not sure if I am going to like it) but of course I hadn’t brought it with me. I suddenly realized I am about to spend a week without my Fitbit and I don’t think it is going to go well.

I recognize I am obsessed with my Fitbit. One of the first things I do every morning is sync it to the app so that I can check my sleep score and resting heart rate. That Fitbit has driven all of my workouts and I use it to challenge myself in terms of heart rate zone minutes and steps each day. I fear without it on my wrist I won’t work as hard as I should. I am the type of person who needs that visual result on my app to keep going. Sigh, I’m just going to have to suck it up for the next several days and keep walking (today I took a day off but it is a long explanation as to why). I do know the route that I walk and how many steps it involves. I also know how to check my heart rate to keep it in the zone that I want. But really, I miss my little friend and can’t wait to put on a new one.

I will note I have another obsession and that is knowing the time. You would not believe how many times I check my wrist to see what time it is. Yes, I know I could simply look at my phone but to me it is not the same. Moreover, as my friends here reminded me, I am on manana time and don’t need to know the time but then they don’t quite get how neurotic I can be. And so yesterday my husband bought me a cheap watch to tide me over until I get home. It is actually quite pretty as it depicts the Mexican artist Freda. I can barely read it without my glasses but what the hell, it is better than nothing.