#fitbit #bobblog #randomthoughts
Have you seen those Fitbit things? They go on your wrist and they track pretty
much everything you do. How many steps
you take, how you sleep, etc. I was
thinking about getting one. Kind of hoping
a Hawthorne effect would kick in. If I
was aware of how many steps I took, how active I was, then maybe it would push
me to be more active. Anyway, I starting
thinking about it and decided maybe I wasn’t worthy of the Fitbit. I mean, how are other Fitbit wearers going to
feel when they see me standing around drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette
with my Fitbit on my wrist. I don’t want
to be looked down on like the pregnant lady at the bar. This isn’t my first insecurity when it comes
to fitness. The main reason I’ve never
joined a gym is because I’m not in shape.
Yeah, that’s right. I feel like I’m
not fit enough to join a gym. I don’t
want to be the guy who gets off the bench press machine…wipes it down… and then
watches the women who took my place move the peg to a higher weight as she gazes
at me with a look of judgment and pity, kind of like I was a homeless man and
she’s not quite sure if it’s due to me being unfortunate or lazy. So for now I will continue to do baby
workouts at my house and I’ll be sans Fitbit.
Maybe I should invent the Unfitbit.
It could track my inactivity, how much wine I drink, and how many
cigarettes I smoke. That shit would def
scare me straight. Hell, I’d probably
join a gym!! Happy Tuesday peeps.
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