I have to write this before the sweat dries and I change my mind: I’m going to blog about my adventures with my FitBit.
I want to see if this little guy really works.
I know it logs steps — I’ve done that plenty since I got it last spring. But now I’m going to really put it to the test — to see if I can actually lose weight using it.
And I’m going to write about it.
I’ll give you my numbers — the ones on the scale, the steps I log because … well… because I’m a writer and somehow I think you’ll care.
About an hour ago, I was at my computer, putting an article to bed, as they say in the news biz. I was contemplating lunch or meditation or a nap when it hit me: I could get on the treadmill.
Immediately that one little voice woke up.
“Annie, go take a nap. If you get on the treadmill, you’ll have to change clothes — and put shoes on… and it’s a lot of work. And sweat. Go get some chocolate.”
I usually listen to this voice. But my low back has been hurting for days (again) and my hands are tingly (again) and my weight is up (again) and someone I love dearly has been newly diagnosed with diabetes and is inspiring me to live healthier, as is my pal Nan Tepper, who recently started blogging about changing her life by changing her relationship to food…
and … and … and…
So I changed my clothes and I walked into our sunroom and I cranked up the Jackson Five station on Pandora and I committed to 30 minutes.
And you know what? It was kind of fun. Actually it really was fun.
Yes, I used the word “fun” to describe 30 minutes on the treadmill.
Anyway it wasn’t what that little voice always tells me it will be, which is “torturous.”
As I was walking along, trying not to fall off the treadmill while grooving to “Thriller,” I had a flashback.
1999? 2000, maybe? I was a reporter at the Cedar Rapids (Iowa) Gazette. I was at my lumpiest and most miserable-ist when I came up with a fitness series idea: I would work out with a personal trainer for eight weeks and write about it.
My editor, the late Phyllis Fleming, made me put all of my numbers in it (I was mortified at the time). When I protested, she told me the series wouldn’t impact readers if I wasn’t honest.
She was right.
I wrote probably 3,000+ articles during my 13 years at The Gazette and that series was what people stopped me in the street to thank me for — often.
Honestly, I’m just looking to feel better — but if you want to come along, come on.
If you want to charge up your FitBit (or other device) and join me, do it.
And if you’ve already used one of these activity trackers to lose weight. please contact me. The journalist in me wants to hear your story, too, and I may just include it here.
Come on, FitBit. Let’s see what you’re made of.
PS: Tomorrow is my official start date because my FitBit needed charging – not because I wear it so much, but because it had been on my dresser for several days. #Truth