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I call it the Fitbit effect

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I have previously written about my love of gadgets.  I am a proud wearer of a Fitbit and nothing makes me happier than having the device vibrate on my wrist telling me that I nailed my step goal of 10 000 steps for the day. 

This was of course exasperated even further when my medical aid started giving me free smoothies for achieving weekly fitness goals.  I tell you the things that I would do for a free smoothie…

So, if you ever see me and Gerhard frantically walking our dogs, not waiving, not smiling, with a Flash Gordon left arm going up and down up and down at the speed of light, you know that we are still behind on the steps.  If you see us going up and down our own staircase with the Flash arm going up and down up and down, you know we need the steps.  If you come for coffee and we stand walking on the spot whilst you are sipping on your latte, you know that we are still a tad short on the steps.  If you see me in my (heaven forbid) flat pumps walking the streets of Sandton, doing about 3 765 steps to the Vida Café and back for my free latte, you know that I need the steps.  When you see me in the gym and my left arm bulges with a huge Flash Gordon muscle, you know that this is as a result of the Fitbit effect. 

We open our eyes in the morning and we immediately reach for the Fitbits and Samsung gears, we don’t want to miss a single step, even if it’s the one step to the bathroom to locate our missing slippers.  When you see me crying at the Zumba class where one can easily get 5 798 steps in 60 minutes, you must understand that my Fitbit’s battery is flat, and that I will now do all of these steps for nothing.  That I came out all the way to the gym in the cold for a workout that will not be recorded, measured or contribute to a free smoothie.  That this week I will have to pay for my flujuice at Kauai, a total rip off at R30…

Well let me know sit here and write without at least moving my wrist.  I am still short about 3 876 steps for the day.  Smoothies don’t pay for themselves you know. 


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