Were you ever in a good relationship that finally ran its course? That’s what happened between my Fitbit and me. Getting my first Fitbit was quite a thrill. It made me feel young and hip. I was proud to wear it out in public, and unashamed that it wasn’t exactly ornamental. I noticed a lot of other people wearing them, too–not just when exercising, but at theaters and restaurants. Who would want to be without a Fitbit?
It was supposed to help me lose weight. The idea being that if I would just take more steps, the extra pounds would simply melt away. Didn’t happen, because I wasn’t exercising any more than I did when I set my goal for, say, 15 minutes of this or that exercise, or maybe half hour of walking. Another problem was that if Fitbit told me I’d walked an extra mile or so, I thought I could have an extra doughnut. But I learned that 75% of weight loss comes from reduced calories, with exercise only accounting for 25%. A little extra exercise didn’t justify eating more.
One good thing: Fitbit told me how many miles I had walked from point A to point B, but once I had that information, I didn’t really need the wristband to tell me what I already knew. And then, a friend pointed out that if all I wanted to know was mileage, I could slip my smart phone in my back pocket and it would tell me the same thing.
After about a year, things started going south when I realized Fitbit was ruining my sleep. It would tell me how many times I was up during the night, and how many times I tossed and turned . The first time I saw those numbers, I was rattled. Up 5 times? Restless 16 times? I could only remember getting up once. My goodness, what’s wrong. No wonder I feel so tired. I would go to bed at night, fearing the worst. The more I worried about getting up at night, the more the numbers increased. If my Fitbit reported I only got five hours of sleep, I felt more exhausted just seeing that number.
And then, one day, my Fitbit wore out. And I decided not to buy a new one. Breaking up with my Fitbit was such a relief.– not having to worry about those numbers anymore. There are still times, when I wake up and can’t go back to sleep. Sometimes that takes its toll, and other times I feel just fine. Mostly, the way I can tell if I got a good night’s rest is the way I feel in the morning. I don’t want Fitbit telling me I should be tired.
So goodbye, Fitbit. We had a good run, but I don’t need you anymore.