I observe people wearing their Fitbit bands and silently smirk. Who needs to count their steps, for heaven’s sake?
Just walk, run, dance, skip, jump….MOVE.
But when my daughter asks me what I want for my birthday, I point to the beautiful Fitbit-like bracelet she wears on her wrist. It’s a thin elegant gold band with a large moonstone in the center and a tiny crystal on either side.
Hidden inside is a secret – in some mysterious way, the bracelet connects to your cell phone, and reports your steps, mileage, and calories burned.
So, I’m pleasantly surprised when I open a gift from my family and there, nestled inside a beautiful box, sits my very own moonstone bracelet. Part of the gift includes my daughter connecting it to my phone and setting my goal at 10,000 steps a day.
Easy peasy, I think with a chuckle.
At the end of the next day, I check my stats.
I expect to see that I’ve reached my goal and beyond.
The following day, I attend my dance class and climb up and down my stairs repeatedly, for no reason.
The third day, while waiting in the doctor’s office for my annual physical, I prance and pace around the tiny examining bed, hoping against hope that now, finally, I’ll increase my count.
Today, waiting for my Earl Gray tea latte at the local café, I dance in place while waiting in line for five minutes.
Yes, of course I receive a lot of worried looks from other customers. I ignore them.
I then walk for five miles.
Finally, I reach 11,322 steps. But I expected at least 12,000, right?
I hate this bracelet.
But I still place it on my wrist before I sip my first sip of green tea every morning, and I don’t take it off until I climb into bed at the end of the day. I’m going to reach my goal and beat this thing if it kills me.
FLASH: I’ve just had a moment of inspiration. Wouldn’t it be cool if we had a Writebit that counted every word we wrote each day?
I’d easily get 1,000.