So it came as some surprise when I received a Fitbit from my daughter who felt compelled, all the way from Oslo, Norway, to send this fancy pants pedometer for her manatee-of-a-mother.
When I got online to set up my Fitbit (“It takes literally three minutes,” my daughter lied) I saw that mine was one of the basic models that costs $150. I can’t believe my daughter spent $150 on a gift so totally wrong for me. At least she didn’t buy one of the more deluxe models which checks your heart rate and makes iced tea.
Mine is in a serviceable black vinyl band. It tells the time and the date. It works like a pedometer, measuring steps, but oh so much more. In addition to counting steps, it determines how many miles I’ve walked and calories I’ve burned and stairs I’ve climbed–all totally useless features for me–but my Fitbit will also measure and assess the quality of my sleep. Now those are stats I can get into.
Because my daughter spent so much money on this thingie, I felt obligated to strap it on (like I do my feedbag). She told me it would change my life, which it has in so many ways.