Maybe I’d even set a personal best….and I did LOTS of walking for sure. Whole days of walking, museums, neighborhoods, river walking, especially in Paris. Was sure I’d gained a couple pounds, what with the croissants and foie gras and everything—it was Paris afterall–but was walking so much I didn’t gain an ounce.
How much was I walking?
I lost my Fitbit my second day in London.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there does it make a sound? If Karen walks for eight hours and there’s no Fitbit to measure, do the steps really count?
Fortunately I had another one waiting patiently for me at home. I’ve had several Fitbit disasters—most recently putting it through the washer—so when I saw a couple of them for less than half price at an REI sale, I swooped them up.
By this point, after wearing one for two years, I can predict to within a couple hundred steps where I am. Still….I like it….I’m not addicted to alcohol, or drugs, or sweets, or any of the other typical failings, so I figure my Fitbit failing isn’t so bad.
I recently started clipping it to my nightgown so if I get up to let the dogs out I don’t miss a single step.