I made a New Years resolution to stuff donuts into my face.
Actually, it was to get back to my usual running weight of around 150 pounds but given the results so far it may as well have been the former.
I told myself, “Self, losing weight is simple, you just need to stop putting so much food in your mouth, particularly between-meal snacks that are usually fatty, sugary or deliciously both.”
I hit 175 pounds today, a mere 12 pounds shy of my porcine state in June 2008. It’s time for me to put the brakes on the runaway cookie train.
To that end I have turned, as I am wont to do, to technology.
I purchased two items from Fitbit: an Aria scale and a Fitbit One.
The scale is pretty straightforward. The fancier parts are it measures body fat and syncs the depressing results via wifi to the web app, your smartphone or whatever other device you have set up to remind yourself that you should stop eating so many brownies. My weight is up slightly since I started tracking. I have reasons to have indulged a bit lately but that ends tomorrow (Wednesday).
The other device is the One, not to be confused with the Jackie Chan movie. This is a fancy pedometer thingie that tracks your steps, calories burned, the time and your sleep activity. The latter is kind of weird to look at because it feels a little like Big Brother is watching you, just in the form of a cute little electronic device.
You can set goals or just go with the defaults and let the badges roll in at pre-set milestones. It erroneously started me off with the “Hooray you lost five pounds!” badge, something I am concerned I won’t see again anytime soon.
But tomorrow is another day and it shall be a day without donuts.
