“The secret to living well and longer is:
eat half, walk double, laugh triple
and love without measure.”
– Tibetan proverb
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For months, I have been wearing a Fitbit Flex fitness tracker.
I am not obsessed with it.
I do keep track of my step goal, which is modest so as not to be too daunting.
It does point out that my sleep really is a pathetic as it seems.
A few days ago, though, I had to take a break from wearing it. My wrist broke out in a rash from the band and I needed to let it heal.
Fortunately, I was able to find a stretchy cloth bracelet to put my tracker in, which is much more comfortable to wear.
Unfortunately, it is hot pink, which is not a favorite color of mine.
At least, people will be able to see me coming…
I wrote recently about my newly acquired Fitbit. I have decided to stick with my low, but attainable, goal; I’d rather make my goal and overachieve than always be struggling to make a high goal and feeling badly when I couldn’t do it most days.
I am getting most of my daily steps in by walking while I telephone my mother in the morning and by taking a walk in the evening with B.
Today, my morning call was short and my evening walk may not happen because I have a poetry meeting, so I decided to walk to the farmers’ market this morning. I wanted to buy some apricots and lettuce. I grabbed a cloth bag and a little purse with just my essentials, as my pocketbook is too heavy to lug around on walks.
As often happens at the farmers’ market, I bought more than I intended to. There weren’t any apricots, but there were lovely prune plums and some early apples, which I knew that T, who will be home for the coming week between her internship and new semester, would enjoy. And I didn’t want to run short of carrots and maybe a fresh tomato would be a good addition to the salad I am planning for dinner tonight. Oh, and look at that lovely selection of summer squashes, picked nice and small the way I like them!
The next thing I knew, I had a hefty amount in my bag to carry home. About halfway there, my Fitbit vibrated to let me know I had reached 5,000 steps. I had to shift my bag from arm to arm as I walked, relying more on my left side as my right arm has been weakened by some orthopedic problems.
When I got home, I weighed my bag and found it was eight pounds.
I want brownie points for the extra calories I burned carrying it home!
(And I will resist the urge to indulge in any actual brownies.)