Good news, guys. I mostly did ok yesterday. I did not hit my steps goal, but I did stay within my calories AND got in all my water. It seems lame to get excited about stuff like this, but I’m going to cling to this FitBit app until I either die or create new habits. What are those habits going to be? I don’t know what will stick, but here is my game plan for today.
Alarm goes off. Groggily roll over and turn it off. Go back to sleep.
Second alarm goes off. Pick up phone and diddle around on the internet. Realize I never set my FitBit to sleep mode last night. Not sure what to do with the sleep information anyway. Keeping internetting.
Sister walks in and clearly sees me on my phone. She still acts as if I’m asleep and yells at me to wake up. I calmly explain how bitchy she is being. She gets in the shower. I resign myself to not having a morning shower. Afternoon shower will have to do.
Sister opens the door. I haven’t moved any muscles except those that help me scroll through Facebook. Sister is livid. She storms off.
I make my way downstairs, fully dressed and ready to go. Grab LUNCH I PACKED LAST NIGHT and the bag of groceries I need for work. We are sure to be late.
Late to work. No one says anthing. Work work work.
I eat the oatmeal I keep in my drawer at work. Apparently breakfast is important.
Sometime between 9 and 10 AM
I add a food to FitBit’s database. Wish adding food on the app was more straightforward. They should call Lose It and find out what they are doing.
Decide to write this post.
Realize this post is probably boring or weird, but continue writing.
After a meeting, go downstairs and eat lunch at my desk. Also, do “work.”
Leave the building for my official lunch break and see how many 1 mile loops I can make in 45 minutes. Lust after the cool houses in the neighborhood around my office. Resign myself to being #foreverpoor.
1:45 – 5:00 PM
Do more “work.” Obsessively check FitBit despite knowing that nothing has changed because I’ve been sitting the entire time.
5:00 PM to Whenever I Saunter Up to Bed
Drive home. Try to determine if I can have the new Evol street tacos I bought last night and some kind of strategic dessert. Pace around my house until I hit 10k steps. Try to convince Alex to either walk the dogs with me or get him to do some kind of chore. Probably do none of these things and binge watch the first season of The Unbreakable Kimmie Schmidt again because Alex hasn’t seen it. Sink into bed and dream about weird shit, like always.
The take aways from this very strange post are that I packed a lunch for work (something I haven’t done in a while) and that I’m going to walk a bunch at lunch. The weather in Chicago is supposed to hit 60 degrees so I’ll be going on my first lunch walk of the year.