Awesome, and it’s only my first day.
But it’s 5:00. Shouldn’t you be walking or something?
I forgot to put you on this morning. Cut me some slack.
That’s what they all say. Get moving.
I went to the grocery store without you. Don’t you think I walked a few steps doing that?
Says you. Do you have any corroborating witnesses to attest to the number of steps you took?
That’s what I thought.
I also ran with my husband. Two miles, as I recall.
That’s already included, which, by the way, means you really need to get walking.
It was really cold out. Did I mention that, Fitbit? I went running when it was really cold out.
Cry me a river. But please walk while you’re doing it. I don’t want to have the same talk with you an hour from now.
What about housework? I climbed the stairs 22 times in the last three hours. That’s laundry, cleaning, and poor planning. Doesn’t that get some type of multiplier? I also spent an hour ironing my husband’s shirts.
Did you walk in place while ironing?
You aren’t helping yourself here.
Listen here, Fitbit. I’m a writer, so I’m writing. That’s what writers do. It sort of a sedentary job.
Hemingway was a writer, and he got up from his desk for a shot of something at least once every hour or so. He also ran with bulls.
Only once a year. The running with the bulls part, that is. I run three days a week. I also drink three days a week. It’s healthier that way.
Look, I’m the Fitbit, not the Bentbit, and did I mention, you’ve taken 5426 steps today. That’s 54% of your goal! That’s an “F” by the way. The programmers make me put the exclamation point in.
Man, that’s harsh. You knew that would get to me, didn’t you.
Listen sunshine, if you can’t walk and talk at the same time, shut up.
Congratulations! You’ve climbed one set of stairs today! That’s the equivalent of the world’s tallest cornstalk.
Words by J. B. Everett
Photograph by Pete Markham © 2012 Creative Commons