I’m still a brick in search of a waist – see Paris skirt blog – so I decided to get a Fitbitch, a devise that counts the amount of steps you take in a day, calories you burn, number of times you push your face into a pillow during your sleep, and the number of times you’ve even thought of consuming that block of Lindt dark chocolate in the cupboard.
I had thought I was pretty active, down to the gym – in the car – most mornings, for a class or a swim. I have to admit since my profession went digital the amount of time I spend on my bum in front of a computer screen has grown frighteningly.
The Fitbitch flex rubber wristband comes in several colours – I went classic black – and could be mistaken for a electronic tracking devise for someone on day release. However, you can accessorise and conceal your Fitbitch (with a thoughtfully -??) designed black versatile watch ….
or with a Gold Tory Burch cuff …………………
At 10,000 steps the device gives you a little electric shock…this obviously gives pleasure to some people, it still scares the shit out of me.
What it has done tho is point out just how deluded I have been about my level of activity…..so I have to admit I’ve become a little obsessive compulsive and if my target is not where it needs to be by the end of the day…I run around the block, up and down the stairs…OK OK even on the spot….until it is. Don’t get me started on the calories…? It really is a product that just keeps on giving and reminding and prodding, flashing, beeping…So %^$#)- ANNOYING.
In short….. the more you move and the less you eat the greater the weight lose……..who’d of thought?
Will this translate into a waist? It could just mean massive calves………… only time will tell.
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