I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed this week and spotted a new kind of yoga. The few seconds of video that streamed caused my eyebrows to suddenly arch. I quickly scrolled down the page to another post. It was just way too scary. The yoga post was entitled something like … Heavy Metal Yoga. All I saw were lots of angry bared teeth, some with exposed gums and even tongues sticking out. Although I did not linger to engage the audio, betcha $9 the background music comes from artists like Metallica and Iron Maiden. I’m thinkin’ it was touted to be just the thing for very angry people to get their sillies out.
Think I’ll stick like crazy glue with my kinder and gentler Fitbit. OK … so it has been almost two years since I wore the silly thing. But I’m back on the wagon! I had stopped wearing the magical wristband that, among other things, tracks how many steps you take during a day. The demise of my original Fitbit wristband was so very sudden. It just split into two pieces after about six months. I was popping out the teensy battery for a recharge and “snap” it went. William Shakespeare might ask … is this kind of breakage due to a design flaw … or perhaps so we will purchase another? That is the question!
My husband calls them “guilt bits” because of how the little band makes you feel if the daily goal of 10,000 steps is not met. Yep … I tend to agree! The hubster has caught me more than once walking around and around the kitchen island late at night. Can we spell c-o-m-p-e-t-i-t-i-v-e?
“But I’m just 500 steps from 10,000,” I’ve been known to say.
It was Rick’s doctor who suggested he wear one. Last year we spent way too much time hanging out in the medical center waiting for testing and then there was lots of treatment. It was now time for both of us to get back in shape … or at the very least be able to gingerly walk around the block! In just a few short weeks, the hubster is now a Fitbit rock star. Rick and the dog head out most days after work for a long walk, racking up lots of steps.
Did I mention that our formerly pudgy Lulu has even lost a couple of pounds? She can’t wait for the hubster to get home from work each day. OK … so since pooches are four-legged, does that mean Lulu racks up 20,000 steps when she walks with Rick?
So, let’s talk about 10,000 steps. It sounds like a lot. Well … it is for most of us. My Fitbit says it is a smidgen over four miles. I have no clue if it measures stride. I mean … my short legs versus Rick’s long ones? My very first Fitbit day back, I thought it was the end of me. I’d only gotten to a measly 5,000 steps and couldn’t go another one. The next day was better. Yep … even made it to 10,000 a few times since starting.
Then our son challenged us to a Workweek Hustle. It is a fitness challenge to see who can get the most steps in during the work week. Hubby and I accepted Ricky’s challenge … and then our daughter and son-in-law joined in on the fun … with “fun” being a relative word on par with the phrase “What have I gotten myself into?”
I may never win one of our Fitbit Workweek Hustles. But at least there is no one sticking out their tongue or gritting their chompers in my general direction!