As I have promised myself about thirty thousand times before, I am promising myself again to start writing more than once in a blue moon again. WHY? Because, when I write, I dont feel like my head is going to explode from all of the stress and random thoughts swirling around inside of it. I know that there are thousands of you out there that can sympathize with me.
Lets get to the point of the title. My lovely husband got me a fitbit blaze for my birthday a few days ago. Since then I have started a new job and realized that now that I have this tiny AMAZING computer constantly running on my arm (that may or may not be constantly sending not only shots of electricity through my arm but my constant location somewhere) but I have to actually be a fit bitch now! He didnt just get me a sweet, yet awesome birthday present. He gave me a subconscious 'challenge' to step my damn game up.
Infact, I was talking with him yesterday about how some days I might even be able to hit the gym before having to pick the kids up from the sitter and he almost flew off the counter "YES! Work out!"
Like damn..... Dude..... I knew I was out of shape from having the baby and then being very sick but I didnt know it was that bad.
I am not saying that he insulted me or anything because it wasnt an insult. Literally, it is just a realization that I need to seriously and totally pun intended 'step up' my game.
So, who else out there is a fit bit, bitch? I.e. fit bit's bitch. Yes....We are the little devices walking bitch at this point. This thing even tells me how I sleep, my heart rate, suggestions on when I should go to sleep, and constant reminders that I am not drinking the water that I am suppose to which is oh so lovely. Why cant drinking 7 cups of coffee count?
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